#// and I went to do the third half (cause apparently there's a third half now) on my computer and it doesn't seem to want to work.

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

━━━━╝‘ I bet you think about me ’╚━━━━━

A Denji x Fem!Innocent!Reader | A little fluff + SMUT

Contents ; Innocent reader, pervert Denji (nothing changed), peer pressure, corruption, tons of suggestive innuendos, groping, heavy mention of titties, titty-sucking, PDA, guided handjob, thighjob, pornography, non-stop fucking, and obsessive behavior.

A/N ; MYYYYYY FAVORITE! This dude has been deep in my heart ever since I was introduced into CSM. And now, I place the dude above everyone on my preferred list of characters. Especially cause I relate to the man so much. He’s too careless for his own good at times, BAHAHAHAHAH. Okay, enough of me rambling, appreciate my boy and my fine story by reposting and commenting. Whatever you’re feeling for, little readers.

Dynamic ; Kind of FWB?? to Lovers

Sexual Dynamic ; Dom!Denji | Sub!Fem!Reader

P.O.V ; First & Third

Age range ; 18+

Music suggestion ;

[ Denji’s P.O.V ; ]

Today was supposed to be ordinary. Power talked her ass off most of the morning, I would chime in once in a while to joke, and Aki spouted shit at me for everything and anything I did. That’s how it went on in the apartment we lived in. In the middle of the day, we would head for the headquarters. Go back to the stressful life of a Devil Hunter.

But for me, that was nothing. I was more than happy to return to work. A lot of my co-workers complained on and on, sure you get your hands a little bloody, although most of us didn’t care about the slaughtering. It’s not like they were human. Not including the people that got in my way, that was not my fault!

All I knew is that if it meant I got to be entertained by a girl like Makima and fulfill the desires I’ve been dreaming about, that’s cool with me. And the power from Pochita was a huge plus.

Yeah, it was supposed to be another one of those days. Makima would’ve given me a case to solve had it been. But, instead, I was staring at her from across the room, talking to another girl who I didn’t recognize. Hell, was she beautiful though.

Her silky {H/C} hair looked recently done, styled into a braided half ponytail with bangs in the front. Long lashes framing her {E/C}, sweet eyes; the smile she had was enough for me to tell that she would spoil a man to his heart’s content. When my eyes drifted down her body, especially to her ass, I almost didn’t want to believe it. But, I was so sure of it. She passed Makima’s thickness by at least ten percent.

I bit my tongue and swallowed the build-up of spit before making my way to where they stood, pushing my hands in my pockets so nothing showed if I popped one. Often occurrence, do not recommend.

Keeping my eyes ahead, I tried to remain as respectful as I could be while addressing my boss, “Hey, Makima. And…” As soon as I looked over at the pretty girl, I paused so she could say her name, but at the same time, I was freaking out about how much better her appearance was up close.

My brain couldn’t keep up. She had clean, soft skin with a gradient to her cheeks and lips that made me want to go for kissing them, no hesitation. When she glanced back at me, I couldn’t pry my eyes away from hers, watching her reply to me in admiration, “Oh, my name is {Y/N}. I’ve transferred here from Special Division 7… Nice to meet you! You must be the Chainsaw boy she has been telling me about!” God, even her name fit her perfectly.

Wait. Special Division 7? A stopping record player noise sounded off in my head and I turned to Makima for an explanation. The auburn-haired woman was smirking at me like she found my reaction amusing, as always. She leaned forward from her sitting position, resting her chin on her palm, and introduced {Y/N}’s background, “Say hello to the famed Youth Devil, Denji. She’s a beautiful one, isn’t she?”

The Youth Devil? Oh, I’ve heard about her before. Aki talked about coming across someone from a division that had become the Devil that aged people, yet she apparently had no knowledge of anything outside of ‘safe-for-work territory’. Or whatever the fuck he wanted to label it as. Really, that just meant she has no idea how valuable those titties are and that gives me a high chance of getting a squeeze. Or… more.

My gaze had unconsciously drifted to her chest at the thought of that, the button of her white top barely holding because of its size as I forgot to answer Makima. So, being the Youth Devil included being incredibly busty too? Good to know.

It wasn’t until I heard the clear of her throat that I had snapped back into the present and responded without thinking, “Yeah, she is.” Turning red once I realized what I had been doing right in front of the two women, a bit of worry brimming the back of my mind.

{Y/N}’s face lit up at the compliment rather than furrowed and she was quick to thank me, “Awww, you’re so sweet! Thank you, Denji!” And for a minute, I was stuck wide-eyed, half-expecting a slap across the cheek because I was obviously checking her out. Well, I’ll be fucking damned. I guess what Aki was saying about her was true after all.

Before I could get out a ‘You’re welcome’, Makima interrupted by getting off of the desk she was using as a seat, nonchalantly dismissing herself, “I have some things to attend to, so I’m sorry to say, but I’m taking my leave. I hope you find yourself comfortable with Denji, {Y/N}!”

About to pass me up, her intimidating yellow eyes locked onto mine and she leaned to whisper into my ear, “If you want to play with her so badly, why don’t you make her your new toy? You’re strong, right?” Then she walked off as if she didn’t suggest what she just did. My eyebrows and goosebumps raising at the comment. She was encouraging me to do it?

Chewing on my bottom lip, my breathing slowly got worse as I was left with horrible thoughts and a growing erection. {Y/N} not making it any better because she lingered. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine in hanging out with her. More than fine. But, not with all of this also in mind now.

“What’d she say?” She asked, fluttering those long eyelashes at me, and I didn’t know why but when I looked into her {E/C} eyes again— it was like millions of memories were yanked out of my brain and put in them like a projector. Causing me to take a step back and rub away whatever was happening in startled confusion. What the fuck was that?

I blinked away the rest I could, however, I remembered everything so that didn’t help; coming to a conclusion from the look she gave. My head wasn’t the one messing with me, it was her. Or whatever the hell that fucking power is. And I was not cool with that.

Avoiding eye contact by glaring at the floor, I grumbled, “Was that you?” I wasn’t going to hang around for any longer if she wanted to manipulate my mind, especially if it was concerning something like my past. I didn’t want to be reminded. I came here to escape.

A gasp left her like she was frightened before I saw her in my peripheral vision; raising a hand and putting it on her forehead. She took a moment to answer me in a tired voice, “I was just trying to find out more about you… I got too curious, I’m so sorry.”

Hearing her say that was reassuring and gave me the go to stare at her again, my tone dropping back to that same inviting one from earlier, “Oh, shit.. Well, yeah. I don’t have that great of a life so I wouldn’t pry too far.” I tried to shrug it off, rushing to a solution so it didn’t get awkward, “You want to go get some ice cream or something, gorgeous?” It was a last minute suggestion, but that could work.

The {H/C}-haired girl seemed to be near crying before she nodded slowly, a smile rising on her face as she unexpectedly got close to me and intertwined her fingers in mine. Pulling me off along with her while chiming, “Who doesn’t?! I’d love to!” Easier than I thought. But, I’m not complaining.

──⇌• Switch in P.O.V ; Third •⇋──

On the way to the ice-cream shop, Denji stumbled on a couple of rouge devils with {Y/N} in an alleyway and as fate has it with them, they ended up having to chase them down into a field. Faced with the ugly things combining into a whole bundle of disgusting flesh and faces.

She had solved what they were dealing with as soon as they began merging while he did not. Denji didn’t care for details, he wanted to go straight into shredding. He gripped onto his pull cord and tugged, the chainsaws ripping through his skull and arms. Making the curious girl stay behind and observe how he handled the monstrous creature.

With a rush of adrenaline, the now transformed Chainsaw Devil tore into its body, piece by piece. Blood and guts splattered everywhere onto the ground from the relentlessness he had. Getting onto {Y/N} because of how much had sprayed.

He finished when he wanted to. Raging on the thing until it was nothing but a pile of mush left to pitifully sit in the middle of the empty space it sought out for safety.

Then he retracted his chainsaws back into himself, his skin latching and coming together when he did. Molding back into his handsome, worn face. Like nothing happened. Leaving {Y/N} to blankly gaze at him, soaked in red, and drift down to witness the true wrath of Denji.

No doubt was she intimidated by the boy, seeing for herself what Makima had been commending about him. He was the real deal. A true Devil Hunter.

Wiping off the blood from around her mouth, she began to smile and clap with a giddy cheer, “That was impressive! You’re really good to be able to take out a Devil that easily. How long have you been in the game?”

He raised a brow at how she was phrasing their work, confused that she was asking but deciding to respond anyway, “I guess as soon as I could survive on my own, I’ve been hunting. It’s all I’ve known.” Saying it so casually out loud was weird for him. No one usually asks about this type of stuff. Other than when Makima does. But, here was another girl doing it.

{Y/N}’s face twisted into a look of wonder, twinges of sadness in it as she thought about a young boy having to deal with that kind of stress. It made him charming somehow. She felt the need to praise him for it, “The dedication you have to helping people is inspiring.. I hope to achieve the same goal as you, Denji.” A small appreciative smile was sent his way right after she finished.

Although, his attention was completely misplaced. Guess where; her breasts. He was zoned, an idea coming to him when hearing her instead. “My goal? You could help me achieve that, {Y/N},” the blonde beamed. His brown eyes finally getting off of her chest to address her politely.

She moved forward, innocently egging him on, “Oh, really? How?” The way she peered back at him while waiting, that sweet look never leaving her face once, it gave Denji the confidence he needed to elaborate, “Ever since I’ve been thrown into devil-hunting, I only wanted one thing out of it.”

Walking closer, he leaned to where he almost touched foreheads with her, murmuring the last sentence, “A pretty girl who’d let me fondle her body, whenever, wherever…” He felt guilty after saying it, but the eagerness was too much. There was no way he would pass this chance up.

Thinking to herself, she concluded what he was hinting to and thumbed the bottom of her shirt; lifting it over her head and throwing it to the side like it was something natural. He held his breath at the sudden action, the full view in front of him because she wasn’t wearing a bra. ‘This was quick..! Why is she undressing?!’ Panicked thoughts went rampant as he tried to process what to do, glued to admiring her front half while also confused about what her reasoning for this was.

The {E/C}-eyed girl told him it with the purest intention possible, “You seemed to be interested in my chest so I guessed that this is the part of me you wanted to touch? And I was uncomfortable by the bloody mess. But, sorry if I got it wrong! I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Even though she had no clue on what she was truly doing, she still managed to get it dead on. Making Denji chuckle out of excitement.

His sharp teeth poked out in a snarky grin at {Y/N}, his hand reaching over to palm one of her breasts and squeeze. Most of it filling the cracks of his fingers and fitting perfectly, if not a little bigger. That grin of his widened like he was off of his rocker as he got greedy; grabbing both of them to push them together. They were so soft. So fuckable. He wanted to stick his dick in them so badly.

A whimper slipped past her lips and Denji went from eyeing her breasts to looking at her brushing her hair out of the way for him. Butterflies erupting in his stomach at how considerate she was despite him taking advantage of her obliviousness. All he could do was commend and thank her with a red blush across his cheeks, “Thank you… so much. Fuck, I can’t even believe that you’re real right now. Your boobs are so fucking huge..!”

She would’ve laughed at the comment if his touches weren’t affecting her like this, his fingertips brushing past her nipples to mess with them, the perverted bite to his lip drawing a bit of blood to dribble down his chin. The girl arched into the feeling and moaned softly, struggling to speak, “Hah.. Thanks.! W-Wow! Why does that mm-feel good?”

They were out in the open, but Denji wanted to go for the risk. He didn’t care if anyone came across the two of them fucking like animals, he just wanted to do it. And nothing was going to stop him the moment he could tell that she wanted to do it with him too.

He pushed on what she said, using it as bait, “You want me to make you feel better? I can teach you a couple more things… Something that’d make us feel incredible.” And as she was about to reply, he leveled with one of her breasts and gave a lick to the bud; a squeal leaving her instead.

Repeating himself, he mumbled against her nipple, her breath hitching at his sharp teeth grazing it slightly as he talked, “Keep getting yourself undressed, pretty baby… I want to have some fun with you.” He sounded desperate, {Y/N} falling for it and hooking her fingers on her skirt zipper, unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground.

Denji grunted and wrapped his entire mouth around the bud after that, sucking at it while unbuttoning his pants. Digging in his boxers to tug out his throbbing dick so it was no longer suffocated. He made a fist around his shaft and began jerking off, pre-cum forming around his tip the more he tightened on the veiniest part.

She peeked over the side of him to get a look at what he was doing, holding her legs together when she was beginning to feel something wet between them, entranced at his lower half. It looked satisfying to do and he had mentioned playing so it seemed normal to go for. But, she was in for a surprise because as she attempted to replace his hand, he jolted back and huffed, “Woah, woah… I don’t think you want to get that serious. Who knows what I might do to you if you do…”

Honestly, {Y/N} really loved the sound of everything he was talking about and she didn’t want this to end. She wanted it to go further. Her curiosity wasn’t something to tease, she will figure it out, one way or another. So, she swiftly rushed back in front of him and pressed up against him, resting her chin on his collarbone while she barely rested her fingers on the tip. Begging at him for compliance, “Please, sir… I do want to find out…”

He sucked in some air through his teeth and tensed, almost driven crazy from the pleasure of her contact with him there. It was a noticeable difference between her hand and his dick but he could definitely make it work. And after her asking like that, she was in for a treat.

The brown-eyed boy grabbed her wrist to position her fingers at a better angle before he guided it down his shaft, watching her unable to wrap her whole palm around from how thick he was. He groaned, his own sexual frustrations leaving from his mouth as she got to savor them now.

Eventually, {Y/N} caught onto him pushing her to go faster and sped up her movements as best as she could. Joining her other hand to clasp around his cock to stroke everything rather than a portion. Until he ended up impatient and lifted her up with his arms underneath hers, holding around her ass to move himself in the middle of her legs. Slowly sliding in the correct position; his dick melting in between her pussy and thighs.

Denji lowered her onto him now, grinding their pleasure out while they locked eyes with each other in a half-lidded daze. She moaned vicariously, stuttering some words here and then to emphasize what she was experiencing, “It’s making me feel so… weak! Nnghh-ah ah! Chainsaw.. boy.. wait! I feel so weird..!” His hips began to collide with hers as he increased in speed, closing his eyes to pretend he was fucking into her. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself out in public though. He had to be reminded about the consequences they could face if they were caught.

She was ignored and sputtered nonsense once she got close, “God! I think… I have to go! I have to go! Stop! I don’t- mmppph.. wanna..! DENJI!” The blonde figured it was because she hadn’t cummed before and knowing that he was the one that was gifting her— her first orgasm— made him spiral in a violent fit of thrusting hard into the folds of her pussy, right against her puffy clit.

Whines yelped out of her as her juices poured all over his length, creating sharper wet sounds and more friction for him. His tip swollen by the time he was close to falling off of the edge of cloud nine with her. Once Denji could feel the rush of his cum trying to spill, he gave a final ram and angled it around her hole to allow it into {Y/N} a little. She trembled in his hold, watching him leave her legs, bruised and messy. Satisfaction written all on his face at what he got away with.

They didn’t even clean up the cum when they went back for the office, deciding to do it a couple of hours later despite both of them feeling the slick in their underwear. Instead, they kept glancing at each other, exchanging a knowing stare until someone interrupted it to talk to either one of them. That sexual tension never stopped fucking with Denji. And {Y/N} was simple-minded as always, in her own little world.

But, she didn’t bat an eye when the boy randomly slipped hands into her shirt one day to get a feel or let her know he was horny by pressing his boner against her ass. He would whisper dirty words to her throughout it, coaxing her into doing things, just for him, “I want to go back to messing with you, babydoll… Can we go inside one of those bathrooms? Need to relieve this.”

{Y/N} would go into the bathroom and he would strip her down like she was a doll, his pants to his knees, her chest resting on the sink and displaying her in front of the mirror. He took her virginity in them. Forcing his cock to slam into her walls, reaching for her guts, all to get lost in her warm pussy. Denji growled loudly, echoing in the tiny room they were locked in while he demanded, “Spread yourself for me. I want to see my dick plunging inside that cute body of yours..!”

Only able to comply, she used both of her hands to pull her ass apart, exposed completely for him to see as he got worse in his constant pounding. Making the poor {Y/N} drool while she twitched in ecstasy, her orgasm running through her for the second time when he wouldn’t quit.

His honey brown eyes seemed so sweet at first, but now they were glaring deep at her expressions, resting into a melted one the second he neared his end. Denji released every drop inside without hesitation, her moans rocking out of her because of him slowing down as he humped it into her.

Then he started over in the same rough pace from before and she endured it as much as she could, her eyebrows knitting up into an exasperated, sweaty look. He was like a dog mating when it came to sex; stamina, aggressive, and having a bunch of cum to dump. {Y/N} was holding onto the sides of the glass counter once he had cummed for a second time, burrowing his cock deep like it was a ritual by now.

And he repeated. Leaving the girl to barely understand what was happening to her from the overstimulation. Denji wasn’t stopping. Even as she screamed for him to, “Fuck! Please! Please, master, I can’t handle anymore!” The pet name he directed her to say a regular word for her at this point.

After his seed was spilling out of her on its own and creating a puddle on the floor, after Denji was dry-cumming and making her unravel onto him like she was throwing a fit off of drugs; that’s when he finally gave up and got off of her. Slipping his dick out and shuddering a couple of words laced with dopamine, “Not so bad for our first hook-up… I don’t know if I want to wait for the others.” Was he hinting at going for more rounds? ‘Dear god..’ was the last thing she could think before she dropped unconscious.

Lil Special Extra // Denji’s P.O.V

Weeks had passed by after me and {Y/N} became a ‘thing’. Hooking up led to a lot more and now she was basically at my apartment almost every day. Sure, Aki and Power were annoyed at her presence, not wanting to hear or see any of the exchanges we gave. But, a man’s gotta live and how can he not without slapping his girlfriend’s ass?

However, there was one downside to her staying over and that was her availability in walking in on me doing lots of inappropriate activities. Whether that was jerking off to her or to… porn.

She bursted into my room late at night after having woken up from a nap in the living room and I was right in the middle of rubbing one out to my favorite fantasy porno. Jumping out of my skin when I heard her shout, “Darling, you miss-! Oh…” The small ‘oh’ quieter than the rest.

My hand and dick glistened with the lube I had saved for times like this, a blush covering my face as I snapped the laptop shut. The sounds of sex disappearing with it.

Anxiety raged through me at how she was going to react, completely forgetting that she barely had a grip on anything sexual until she squeaked out, “What was that? Can I… see?” As soon as I heard that, I quickly dropped the embarrassment and those dirty thoughts snapped back into my usual perverted personality.

Shit, I almost didn’t remember who I was and who she was. Beckoning for her to come sit down on my lap once she closed the door.

{Y/N} straddled me and observed as I opened the screen back up to the lewd scene of a woman being bred just like she had been. Her eyes going wide and a blush crossing her cheeks at the similarity. That innocence of hers was going to be ruined real quick around me. And I loved ruining it. Sliding my fingers down in between her legs like usual so I could welcome her to another sexual addiction I’d use for my benefit.

[xoxoavenger]

The Devil You Forgot

pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N gets captured by a group of demons with a strange pattern.

word count: 2506

warnings: canon typical injuries, low-grade torture (like punching and non-graphic knife stuff)

a new player has entered the ring. welcome to the party, Dean Winchester

masterlist

"It's almost like you don't think I can handle myself."

"You know that's not true."

"Okay, then let me go."

"Y/N,"

"Dean," Y/N took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn't hurt her boyfriend in the next couple seconds. "Babe, it's just food. I think I can pull it off." Dean breathed through his nose and pulled his lips in, and she knew this wasn't the last of their argument.

"You don't understand. These are-"

"Demons?" She cuts him off, wanting to slap him. "You mean the same creatures I've killed multiple of? By myself? Or is there a new breed that I'm unaware of?" She steps forward, and Dean takes a step back. He's been slapped by her before, he knows when he's crossed a line.

"I just want you to be safe, that's all." He says with his hands up. She rolls her eyes, grabs her Glock loaded with the demon-trap bullets she carved herself, and walks out.

"Oh man, you really handled that well." Sam says from his spot on his bed, computer in his lap. Dean lifts his head up and looked at the ceiling, wondering why his girlfriend was so hellbent on going to the diner alone. She doesn't need to, they could use this as some alone time, but no, God forbid Dean ever gets any alone time with her.

"These demons are just smart, is all. Smarter than the ones we usually fight. It'd be better to go in pairs." Dean tells his brother, who just shakes his head as he goes back to tapping away on his computer. They were trying to figure out why the demons would be here, in the middle of nowhere, Texas. So far, Sam didn't have any leads at all, but it wasn't like Dean was helping.

"She'll be fine, you know her. She's great at this stuff." Sam offhandedly said. Dean knows he's right, and that's what makes him upset.

"I know, but why would she not want me to come with?" Dean asks, shucking off his jacket and sitting on his bed. He puts his head in his hands, not sure what to do alone.

"Holy shit," Sam says, causing Dean to look over. His brother is staring at the laptop, concern etched on his face.

"What? What did you find?" Dean moves over, wanting to see the action.

"I'm comparing all the victims," Sam starts, grabbing some papers of the missing and murdered people. "I mean, we knew they were all women, but I just found this article about Fatima, and apparently her boyfriend had just asked her dad for permission."

"Permission for what?" Dean asked, and Sam almost hit him for the stupid question.

"To marry her, dumbass." Sam said, and Dean just blinks. "And when we went to the Kapnen's house, Loreli's sister said that her boyfriend was planning on proposing. Had the ring and everything."

"Fuck," Dean mutters, getting off the bed. He's in a daze as he begins to grab his jacket.

"But why are the demons taking women who are about to be engaged? How would they even know?" Sam is still looking through the town's papers online, trying to see if there was anything about the third missing woman.

"We have to find Y/N." Dean growls, emotion threatening to crawl up his throat. He's pulling it back, making sure to bottle that shit up for another time; this is something he's usually great at, but right now he's having trouble forcing the emotion down.

"What? Why? I just told you that the demons are going after women who are about to be engaged." Now Sam's the one who's about to be slapped, and he feels sick as he realizes what Dean is about to say just before he says it. His eyes go wide, even before his brother turns around. 

"Sam, Y/N is about to be engaged." Dean holds up a box he's been carrying around for approximately half a year, on the inside pocket of his jacket so Y/N couldn't feel it.

"Shit."

~

Y/N's not quite sure how the demons got the up on her, but she's now in some dingy warehouse basement with a bag over her head. She owes Dean a big apology and probably some sort of makeup-food-sex that she's been denying him for about a year.

They take the bag off and it scratches her face. Her hands are tied behind her back, her legs tied to the legs of the chair. Her mouth has also been bound, and she thinks the demons expected her to have been crying. But she stares at them angrily, blinking as they all furrow their eyebrows.

One of them slaps her, hard, and she keeps her head turned that way so they don't see the tears brimming. She will not cry in front of these demons, even if the moisture in her eyes is soley from the shock of nerves on her face.

"Feisty one, she is." One of them growls, and she smirks through the mouth binding as she turns back to them.

"Let's see if that mouth has the same attitude?" Another demon says, and she accidentally winces as they roughly rip the gag from her jaw. She cocks her head as she rights herself, wishing she could brush the hair out of her face.

"Why so quiet, honey?" Another demon smirks, grabbing her face. She looks around and realizes they're all men, which is a little weird for demons. They usually come in different genders, but she doesn't have time to think about why. She goes back to staring at the man holding her, maintaining eye contact. "What, you don't have anything to say?"

"You haven't asked me anything, dumbass." She grunts out, ripping her face from him. He just leans back as his friends seem to think that was at least a little funny, if the smiles on their faces are anything to go by.

"We don't need to ask anything, sweetheart." A demon said, and she just frowned sarcastically.

"Right, okay." She nods, laughing just to piss them all off. "Then what am I here for? Is it because you want him to come here? Because believe me, this little trap wouldn't have fooled him even when he was a teenager. So I'm gonna give you the chance to untie me and maybe he'll let you live. But even then, I honestly don't know that he will." They all stare at her, before one starts laughing and sets them all into a bought of laughter. She just blinks, not sure what they're laughing at. Is this not a trap? They have to know who Dean is, what he'll do to them.

"You stupid bitch." One of them laughs, and then he flicks a knife open. She lets her eyes widen a little bit, but besides that she doesn't move, not wanting to give anything away. She can't help the whimper that escapes when he snatches her jaw, squeezing too hard and pulling her head to the side so that her neck is exposed. The horrible thought creeps in that they're going to slit her throat, and she can't even wiggle out of these stupid cords around her wrists because her legs are still tied to metal and she would just be dead before she could take a step.

The blade slices across her collarbone, and she grits her teeth. She will not scream, she refuses to, but she lets out a grunt of pain. Her breathing is more like a wheeze through her teeth, and she doesn't even notice that they've finished slicing into her until the demon lets her head go. She lets it drop and then picks it up immediately, taking in a deep breath and looking at the other demons, forcing herself to smile.

"What're you smilin' about, darlin'?" Another one asks, and she doesn't let herself falter even as the cut burns her skin and the blood drips down her chest.

"You either want something from me, or you like playing with your food." She says. She's just stalling until Dean gets there, which should be soon knowing her boyfriend. "Which is fine, I'm not kink shaming you. But come on, it's like you don't know who I am." This earns her a hard punch to the face, one that leaves her seeing stars. She's pretty sure she blacks out for a moment, neck stretching and causing her cut to pull open more. She hisses, keeping everything else inside. She doesn't breathe until she can feel her face again, pain radiating through her eye socket and cheek bone.

"How's that for playing with food?" A demon asks, but this time before she can respond she's being hit again by another demon.

"Got a leftie. Helpful, don't ya think?" He says, and Y/N can feel the blood on her cheek as she hits the cut on her chest with her chin. She yelps, but tries to laugh it off.

Dean will be here soon. He's gotta be close.

"What's so goddamn funny?" One of them asks, and she just shakes her head as much as she can.

"He's gonna kill you." She tries to take pleasure through the pain, but someone with a bunch of fucking rings decides to hit her and she whimpers in pain. She can't scream, can't let them have it.

"Who is?" One of them chuckles - the one with the knife. She looks at the knife for only a moment before she looks back at the monster's face. "Your fiancé?" They all laugh, and she would crinkle her eyes in confusion if one weren't swollen shut.

"He isn't my fiancé," She says first, not sure why she feels the need to tell the demons of all creatures. She's about to tell them just who she's dating when they all start laughing like she said the funniest joke ever.

"Not yet, isn't that right?" One yells to the others, who continue their laughter. He turns to her, sighing and wiping his tears away. He leans against the back of Y/N's chair, knife pressing into her left cheek. She breathes in through her teeth as she tenses, feeling the knife break the skin. "You boyfriend hasn't popped the question. But he's had that damn thing for - how long did you say it was, Kaleb?" He turns back, and a demon on the side has a face red with laughter.

"Seven months!" He screams, and Y/N forgets about the pain for a moment. She looks at them all, not sure if they're telling the truth or not. She would have noticed, right? With the amount of hotels they're in and out of and the fact that they have shared a bed for years now. She would have noticed at the bunker, because they share a room, and she's sure there's not a hiding place she doesn't know of. She doesn't remember what it's like to sleep on her own, and Dean doesn't sleep in sweatpants. So where was he keeping it? If, of course, he actually had it. Because demons lie.

And it's not like she was expecting Dean to ask. She knows he wants it - the whole American Dream, Nuclear Family shit - but he hasn't talked about it, so she assumed he wasn't ready. She knew he didn't want a family while he was hunting, which may mean never, but she also knows that Dean wants to be with her forever. So yeah, she thought about it, but she didn't want to push him.

"You're lying." She chuckled, face hurting as it scrunched. "You must have the wrong man. His name is Dean Winchester, may have heard of him?" Where is he?

"Wait," The demon in front of her pauses, and she's a little confused why they're not laughing anymore. Did they actually have the wrong man? The demon turns to one other demon in particular, who looks like he's about to piss his pants. "The man you've been watching is Dean fucking Winchester?" He screams, and Y/N blinks in surprise; they actually didn't know it was Dean.

"I only knew his name, not what he looked like! How was I supposed to know that idiot was him?" The demon hissed, and they looked actually scared.

"We're dead." One of others said, a hand going to cover his mouth. "He's gonna kill us all. He's probably already here-" The demon cuts himself off as blood starts to pour from his chest, light exploding from the space. He falls to the ground, and there Dean is, looking like the righteous hand of God. Blood is splattered over his face, but he's not hurt at all.

"He said it, darlin'," Y/N laughs, even though it hurts. "You're dead."

Dean uses the knife, and just the knife, to go through each demon. Y/N can feel her skull pounding, and by the time Dean gets over to her she has her head bowed.

"I'm here, baby, I'm here." He mutters to her, immediately cutting her bindings. He sees the leg bindings and knows that they did it so she couldn't slip out. He cuts those first, then moves up.

"Dean," She whispers, still not lifting her head. When he cuts her wrists she falls forward, and he grabs her.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Get up, baby, come on." He holds her, one hand moving to her face to lift it up. "Oh, I'm gonna summon those sons of bitches to kill them again." He mutters as he takes in her wounds. He killed them with the demon knife, so he couldn't anyway, but it's a nice sentiment.

"Do you have a ring?" She asks, hoping he understands through the mottled words she was able to gargle out around the pain.

"What?" He heard her, but he's hoping her didn't actually hear her. "Come on, let's go, sweetheart. I gotcha." He kisses her forehead and begins to help her up, and she never breaks eye contact with him.

"Dean," She grabs onto his jacket with one hand, breathing heavily. He pauses, holding her as he surveys her injuries. She's got a couple cuts, bruises across her face, and he wants to stick the knife into himself for letting her go alone. "What's this?" She smiles crookedly, holding up the box that she had snagged from his pocket. He can't help but let his jaw drop slightly, shocked she slipped one by on him.

"You should give that back so I don't have to do this in a goddamn demon lair," He tries to smirk, but his heart is racing. He can tell his hand is shaking when she hands the box back, and he puts it in his pocket quickly before he starts helping her walk out of there.

"You're not even gonna let me see it?" She whines, and he just laughs into the cool air as they walk out the door.

"Not until we have a case on the coast." He tells her, helping her into the car.

"Fuck!" She yells, half a laugh behind it. "I'm never getting married!"

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler

[cottonlemonade]

Hello! I hope you’re having a good day/night can I order off menu B. I would like a cherry juice with a matcha roll please! Sitting next to either Oikawa or Iwaizumi please ^-^

Secret Admirer

word count: 1086 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: Iwaizumi x chubby!Reader (feat. Oikawa)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy, secret admirer with crush Iwaizumi, as manager

You paused when you unzipped your bag and after a moment’s confusion looked around. The last few stragglers of the team just left, laughing and talking, racing each other to the showers. Turning back to your bag you fished out the two folded pieces of paper that lay on top of your books. One was a simple sheet of gridded paper, seemingly torn from a notepad. One side was a little crumpled like it had been ripped rather hurriedly. The other one was neatly folded into a square, the four corners each adorned with a little heart in red ink.

You unfolded the first, plain looking paper and read. With each line your eyes grew wider and you felt your heart pounding all the way up in your throat. A love letter! No, a love note - as it was rather short. At first you thought someone must have made a mistake - this was most likely supposed to be for someone else - but it said your name at the very top. It described how the author of the note had been in love with you since you gave Kyotani a piece of your mind for not working well with the rest of the team and causing injuries with his recklessness (upon which the wing spiker had mumbled an apology and bowed half-heartedly to the other players).

It ended with a simple declaration of calling you “cool and pretty” and then apparently, whoever it was, didn’t think it necessary to sign a name. Still giddy from the first, you opened the second letter. Now this one was… a bit more out there. You frowned as you read. It was undoubtedly written by a boy judging by the handwriting but the hearts and cute little doodles along the page confused you. Maybe it was a first year? But this one also had your name at the top and even written on the back so there was no doubt that it found the right recipient. However, it felt a lot more like a joke which made you doubt the authenticity of the first letter. What if some first years thought it would be funny to tease the chubby manager with thoughts about not just one but two secret admirers?

Your mood darkened and with a sigh you crumpled up both the notes and tossed them into the trash on your way out.

The next day you tried to push the whole thing out of your mind. Chatting with your friends over lunch you told them about the notes and they agreed that it sounded like a dumb joke and you did the right thing by throwing them out.

In a free period, the third years went to the gym for cleaning duty. Hanamaki and Matsukawa made a competition out of mopping the floor while Iwaizumi and Oikawa took out the trash after cleaning the volleyballs.

Iwaizumi furrowed his brow as he lifted the wastepaper basket at the door to pour its contents into a large trash bag . He spotted a bit of paper with hearts and your name in the middle of them. Covertly, he picked it out between the rest of crumpled balls and, making sure his friends were far enough away not to see, turned his back to them to smooth out the note. He recognized the handwriting immediately and gagged at the letter. This sounded like it was written by a middle schooler at best! And what was with all those hearts and was that supposed to be a teddy bear drawing?

Iwaizumi glanced back into the basket, panic rising in his chest and sure enough, another note on familiar paper was also crumpled on top.

“Hey!! Shittykawa!”

“Don’t call me that, Iwa-chan!”, Oikawa whined but jogged over to his friend, “What did I do now?”

Iwaizumi boiled with anger as he lifted the cringey letter up to the setter’s eyes.

“Oh no, she threw it out? I really worked on that.”, he pouted.

“Why- why are you writing love letters to her in the first place!? You don’t like her like that!”

Oikawa gave him a superior smile, the kind he whipped out during games when he knew he was three steps ahead of the other team.

“I was helping you, Iwa-chan. You said you don’t know how to confess and you scoffed at my confession letter idea. But I know you wouldn’t want to wait until graduation, so”, he took the letter from his hands, “I decided to write one for you. - It’s a shame she didn’t like it. But then, one can’t help their taste. Evidently, since she picked you over me. - Ow! Iwa-chan, that hurt!” The captain rubbed his arm where Iwaizumi had punched him.

“I did write her letter.”, Iwaizumi pressed out from behind clenched teeth.

“… oh. And how did that go?”

The ace held up the second disregarded paper.

“Hm. She didn’t like either of them? Weird.”

“No, you idiot! She probably thought someone played a prank on her.”

The following squabble was interrupted by a loud clearing of the throat.

“Everything alright?”

Iwaizumi let go of Oikawa and bowed to you immediately.

“Sorry, y/n-kun. We just-“

He stopped when he followed your line of sight and noticed how you stared at the two notes still clutched tightly in their hands.

The two boys waited for your reaction and were surprised when you laughed nervously.

“Oh no, you guys saw those? Can you believe what the first years do for a laugh?”

Oikawa frowned and put a hand on his hip, “You really think first years could produce this kind of quality poetry?”, he waved the heart adorned letter in the air, then thought for a moment, adding in a mutter, “I mean, okay, maybe Iwa-chan’s wasn’t really- Ow! Stop kicking me!”

Iwaizumi glared at him to be quiet then turned back to you. Your embarrassed expression turned to confusion then to incredulity.

“What do you mean… “Iwa-chan’s”?”, you asked slowly.

Oikawa made a gesture like a waiter directing a guest to their table, pushing Iwaizumi forward with the other hand.

The ace stumbled for a second, then caught himself at the bottom of the few entry steps to the gym. He was close enough now that you saw the dark pink of his ears as he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes.

“Was it really that bad?”, he mumbled and when he finally looked at you found you beaming up at him.

a/n: special thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for supplying me with the perfect ending! And thank you for the request ^^ I hope you enjoyed it! If anyone has seen Ouran High School Host Club, for Oikawa’s attempt to help Iwa I had the letter in mind Kyoya and the twins wrote in Haruhi’s name in episode two xD

[jazeswhbhaven]

The Nation Where Chocolate Melts the Fastest | React | Days 6-11

Wow so this month went by so damn fast??? But I mean...I guess February usually does anyway right?

So as I said in my audio react here for the first half, I was gonna write about the second part! I'm going to try my best to keep it just limited to this post only as for whatever reason, my posts keep getting yeeted off the main whb tag? Maybe it's because I haven't been posting lately so maybe that's why but at the same time it could just be tumblr being tumblr.

ANYWAYS quick recap ->

🖤Amon, MC, and Naberius are in Abaddon right now on a mission to meet the Abaddon nobles during their travels Nabe is going over every single rule and incident that has been caused by these powerful two in the first place. 🖤We find out that MC accepting chocolates in Hell during valentines day means they are pretty much down for whatever, sex mostly 🖤We go over the 3 'Hole' incidents, the first one which wasn't properly recorded, the second one caused by Dantalian causing trouble in Heaven, and then the third from Belphie ripping off Ronove's eye mask causing him to multiply

Now here we are to the second half of the event

SUMMARY TIME

🖤So as we learned in the past 5 days, Dantalian has a kink where loves to be injured, damaged, possibly killed, you name it while Ronove brings that desire forth by influencing others to cause harm. So when Ronove multiples, this means...that everyone is affected at the same time. Including angels. This is why him multiplying into 100s and 1000s of himself is problematic. Everyone would basically die.

🖤Once Ronove's desires are satisfied, his clones will start to disappear but he multiples so fast it's pretty much impossible to keep up with said clones. This isn't like Beel's clones at all or his flies. This is pure chaos.

🖤The only reason that everything is chill, is because of Dantalian believe it or not! He prevented the 3rd Hole incident from annihilating both Heaven and Hell in the first place.

🖤A cute thing to mention btw is that MC had Amon eat some of his own chocolate which he decided "oh it's the chocolate you're giving me right? to basically say they're giving him chocolates back. Nabe gets jealous but doesn't show it, and MC ends up giving him some chocolate too. Cuties.

🖤So back to the reason that Dantalian stopped Ronove is because his desire cancels out Ronove's. Because of the desire to torture Dan, all of his clones came back and everyone was able to put Ro's eyemask back on. The law now is that Dantalian must always accompany Ronove in battles and vise versa. To prevent such things from happening.

🖤So we get to see the front of Asmo's castle and it's pretty fucking big. Also, Ronove is there to greet them as their own personal escort! He mentions..."it's been a while" further confirming that the card stories are canon because the first time we saw Ro was in Satan's Torture card.

🖤I love btw how Nabe is on guard dog mode this entire time

🖤So to get through the gates, it takes a fucking hour to do so. Ronove knows the way and is attacked by wet papers that will suffocate him if he doesn't recite all the names to prove he has access inside the castle. So yeah, my ass would definitely be taking that nap with Amon lmao

🖤Also what I don't like about even though the card stories seem to be canon within one another, MC apparently forgets certain details. Such as being worried that Ronove not being able to breathe for an hour when he can go days and weeks when his power of speech is used for spells.

🖤So now we're inside the "red cage!" it's empty too as all of the devils inside are off either making something or doing small activities and missions assigned by Asmo.

🖤There's four floors in total, the more important the devil the higher up. Meaning Asmo's room is at the very top if we had to guess and devils like Ronove and Dantalian are on the third floor. We also meet some guards along the way, and it appears that each interact with Ronove differently. One was slightly intimidated and the Second floor guard was annoyed, and he looks familiar btw...the same guard that was watching over Zepar when he came to help MC be disguised as a lower rank angel in Levi's Torture card (the silhouette is the same)

🖤So because MC is the descendant of Solomon...they are being escorted through the shortcut the same as the kings would use. Now I imagine regular degular folks like ourselves would probably take years to get through just one floor.

🖤So on the second floor we run into Seere, and if anyone remembers I believe that is the exact same devil Levi asked for a spell/talisman something like that to help him infiltrate MC's dream for his School Uniform card. But basically Seere just tried to jigglypuff his way to MC's dreams with a song lmao

🖤That's over and done with though, Ronove pretty much just kicking "red flesh???" (what was he just crumpled into a ball on the floor?) and stopping Seere from singing anyways

🖤So we're now on the third floor. There's no guard and we meet Dantalian, who gets slapped by MC immediately (i'm pretty sure he influenced that lmao)

🖤So as MC witnesses Dan's influence is strong...and he's very pissed off that Ronove interferes with that such as stopping him from self-harming but also I'm sure he keeps Ronove in check too

🖤We also see that Ronove and Dantalian go hand in hand. and now they seem to be targetting MC since they are the guest of the hour. And Nabe thinks they're up to something so he starts quoting the big ass rule book at them (he's such a class president lmao)

🖤It turns out though that MC was never in any danger, Ronove and Dan were just gonna give them chocolates 💀 so there he is jumping the gun again (but I mean from what he said could happen I do get it but yeah he gotta chill)

🖤And the chocolate gesture is the same! Back when Solomon was alive, it also appeared to be the same traditions but also it seems that giving chocolates to Solomon was never that important to begin with, just something to do if a devil felt like it. For Ro and Dan they did it because they got something out of it. IN this case the desire. Dan got choked out while the chocolate melted on his tongue and Ro was being bitten while Solomon ate said chocolate at the same time so yah grandaddy a freak.

🖤MC didn't really have anything to give them, but that's interrupted anyways by Asmo showin' up out of the blue and he's sending Ro and Dan on a mission but wants to know if MC is down for V-day activities before or after they get back. Nabe says after but I think he's tryna buy some time lol

🖤Asmo is being his flirty self btw with MC, feeding them the chocolates Ro and Dan presented and being like "let's wait for them to get back *wink wink* and I'm like yeah there ain't gonna be no type of waitin' with him around 💀

🖤Also I like how we get to see how he handles his nobles. He handles them affectionately but while being firm and they just melt against him, naturally like I would expect that.

🖤And that's how everything ends! That's it.

Screenshot Faves

I just wanna mention Amon has been so clingy and snuggly the entire time and I'm loving this. I'm also glad we get to see more of of the Abyssos boys <3

Yes bby, please eat 😩

See I ain't the only one who was like okay are those pants or leggings? they look so tight lmaooo but they have pockets (so do leggings sometimes)

I feel this whole thing has been me showin' ya'll Amon 💀 but a nap date? Yes

This was wild lmao he had to sit up there for an hour dealing with this shit I would have just let the papers take me I can't

Oh MC...boy fucking howdy do I know that feeling...in fact I'm hoping they just keep fucking moving and leave me the hell alone 💀

Amon being cute again for the 1000th time

MC slapped the fuck outta him and he's just there wanting more.

Ronove says "here lemme help" 😭

Nabe and Amon fightin' for their life because they simply just do not wanna fuck around and find out lmao

oh so we're just out here poppin' people's bones back in place like it's nothing alrighty

Dan: Omfg let me be toxic to myself wow Ro: Just doin' my job, sweetie

Omfg we in Asmo's castle, tryna focus and shit and Nabe and Amon already tried clappin' cheeks and now we have two other devils glancing this way like they need to stop teasing the threesome shit and just do ittttttt /hj

LMAO this had me want to bully him a bit and be like "ha okay nerd, teacher's pet" which that other phrase he might actually be like "uh???"

This is so pretty, I don't think I'd want to eat it 😭😭

He'd escape prison just to see you. Remember that when lookin' for a ride or die devil to have by your side 😌🙌

I can hear him rn...lmao he's so angry he doesn't even like to be called cute lmaoooo

Me when his ass showed up outta nowhere lmao

Ooo what we doin' bae? All of the above? Great let me take my nap now since this is gonna be a marathon

He's so affectionate. This is a much softer side of him for once since he's debuted in WHB. Still very horny but at least we're like awh he's so gentle

Lmaoooooooo idk why this had me rollin' maybe it's because I'm like "wait did you not pick up on the obvious queues and piece it together after learning from Amon and Nabe what accepting chocolate means?" 💀lawd somebody help MC.

❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤

And here we are at the end of the react! So this event...I personally liked it more toward the end. Sure we learned about Ronove and Dantalian here but it was mostly just Nabe telling the stories and us getting a short time to observe their behaviors in person. I guess I'm saying this event aside from the lore is pretty unremarkable.

But it also seems like it ties in with the upcoming card of Ro and Dan together! Maybe. But last time I checked S+ cards didn't have stories (other than Raphael's card...but we'll see)

I just know a group orgy happened when they returned /j

So yes, thank ya'll so much for sticking through this and enjoy my stufff. Again I know the first react that was audio was a bit b l a h but that's how I felt about that first part anyway. Not really worth spending my time writing about and adding like reaction gifs other what I showed in the video

I still have more things to catch up on! So I'm hoping to be done with all of it before the new card comes out. Until y'all, much love for the lovelies, your admin Jaze (✿◡‿◡)

[aliahm]

What Matters

Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader Drabble

(This drabble is inspired by an exchange I had with the lovely @fandomohana ♥️♥️).

Summary: Crowley is turning the house upside down searching for his watch, and you notice something surprising about his strategy while he looks.

Warnings: One mention of a break in that didn’t actually happen.

The third of the three pictures above belongs to me. The other two pictures were found here on tumblr. Credit for them goes to each of the owners. Both of the dividers used in this post are by firefly graphics, here on tumblr.

If I’ve left out any content warnings, or if I’ve made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know.

“Where in heaven-”

Crowley stopped himself mid-sentence and rolled his eyes, as he tore apart yet another room of the house in his search for his watch. Papers were sent flying off tables, couch cushions found themselves slumped against the opposite wall, and at one point an unidentified shattering noise could be heard.

A few minutes later you stepped through the door and your heart nearly stopped. The place was in shambles. Had someone broken in? Your fears were put to rest almost instantly though. From the bedroom down the hallway came two sounds: a mysterious thud, and the familiar, frustrated growl of your short-tempered demon.

“Crowley, what are you looking for?” you asked him, stepping through the bedroom doorway.

“At this point it doesn’t even matter.” he replied, slamming one of the nightstand drawers closed. “Apparently the bloody thing’s just gone and un-existed!”

You wanted to help him, you really did, but you had to take a moment after hearing that.

“Un-existed?”

Crowley stomped over to the dressing table against the wall, and an alarm went off in your head. The things on that table were yours, and at the rate Crowley was going, he was about to set them all on fire.

“Wait, wait, Crowley hold on-” you rushed out, but before you could say anything else, he simply glanced down at all your familiar items on the tabletop, then stepped away without touching any of them. It was as if he was just strolling past a grocery store aisle that didn’t include anything on his list.

As if that wasn’t already absurd enough, he immediately went back to his manic search/demolition of the room once he was away from the table. You made your way over to said table slowly and carefully (trying your best to avoid the- everything- that was now strewn across the floor).

Your eyes scanned it, then flickered to Crowley, whose back was to you, then back to the dressing table, then back to Crowley.

What on earth had just happened?

“Finally!” you heard the demon yell, picking up his no-longer-missing watch from who-knows-where.

You stepped towards him, about to ask exactly where it had been, but you accidentally knocked one of your rings off the table in the process, and you gasped, realizing what had happened, but not having time to do anything about it.

Fortunately, Crowley, who seemingly hadn’t seen this happen, somehow had the little silver snake resting in his palm before you could react. He gently took your hand and slipped the jewelery onto your finger, and you smiled widely, half out of gratitude and half out of shock.

“That’s pretty.” he commented, securing his watch back around his wrist.

“Thank you,” you told him, “for doing that”.

He smiled at you, then he leaned over and gave you a kiss.

“Okay, I have to know,” you began.

“It was a simple miracle, darling.” he answered, without giving it a second thought.

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Of course it was, but no, not that. I mean, why did you tear apart everywhere except the dressing table?”

“Cause that’s where your things are.” Crowley replied, as if it was the most obvious reason in the world.

“Well, yeah, but you threw around everything else”.

“Exactly”.

“I’m not following your logic here.” you told him, and all he said was:

“What’s important to you is important to me”.

Your smile somehow grew even wider at that, and you moved closer to him, kissing the snake tattoo on the side of his face.

“You’re more important to me than everything in here”.

[writing-for-life]

The Annotated Sandman #24–Season of Mists, Chapter 3

Lots and lots of annotations for #24, especially about the Norse gods, but I feel they’re most well-known. So I just chose a few interesting tidbits this week for our community reread (that got totally buried under the show 🤣. But it’s still good info because this is obviously exactly where we are…)

On Starting the Story

Apparently NG had problems with beginning the story.

In one version of the script, Odin sent his wolves to fetch Loki and Thor. In another version, the Phantom Stranger, a longstanding DC character (first appearance: The Phantom Stranger #1, Nov. 1952) who also plays a significant part in NG's Books of Magic series, was slated to appear. NG intended that the Phantom Stranger would be waiting for Dream at the shores of the Dreaming, to warn him that he had guests waiting for him, and still arriving, in the castle. The Stranger there points out that Hell is the most desirable plot of psychic real estate in the DC Universe (a sentiment put into the mouth of Death in the published version). That script notes that the Stranger and the Sandman "have obviously known each other for a very long time." In an interview with the website Universe HQ, in 2000, NG talks about the relationship between the Sandman and the Phantom Stranger: "There is a script that was never used in Sandman # 24. In the first five pages of this issue, I originally wrote a version where Sandman is flying back from Hell and ends up finding the Phantom Stranger. They are there, standing, and have a conversation about what is to happen, saying mysterious things that only have meaning for themselves. It did not work very well, because Sandman and Phantom Stranger are very similar. I had a page and half of this, and I thought, This is just silly, and I cut everything."

The cavern is part of Teutonic mythology relating to Loki, one of the asir. According to some sources, he is brother to Odin; others state that he is bound to Odin by blood-oath (see 24.4.5, below). He is generally seen as the god of fire, mischief and evil. After reviling the gods at a feast arranged by Egir, he enraged the gods and was pursued by Odin, Kvasir (see 24.1.4, above), and Thor. He was bound with the entrails of his son Narve (by his third wife Signe) and put in a cave where the giantess Skadi placed a serpent, the venom of which drips onto his face. Signe (Sigyn) holds a cup or bowl to catch the poison, but when she steps away to empty it, drops fall onto his face, causing him to writhe and the earth to tremble. According to legend, he will remain bound until Ragnarok, the day of the final battle, when he will break free to lead the forces of evil against the gods. Then he and Heimdall, another son of Odin, will fight to the death.

On Alternate Scripts

Fimbulwinter is prophesied to be a terrible season, three years of cold and three years of rising lawlessness, preceding Ragnarök.

In an alternate script, Odin seeks Hell not to hide from Ragnarök but to avoid war, to end the disputes among the asir, Giants, humans, dark elves, and dwarves over territory. [sounds like they went with the alternate script for the show then]

Who is This Guy?

Several readers wrote to the editors, asking the identity of the dark figure visible behind Dream. The editors had no answer, and NG's script describes only a "grotesque thingie."

Order and Chaos

NG comments in the script, "Okay, now what I want to do here is bring in chaos and order. Frankly not a concept I have much time for in the DC universe:

It seems to be another way of talking about vaguely magic-ish gods, of whom the Lords of Order are splodgy shapes that sort of glow (not very orderly) and the Lords of Chaos are disembodied smiles (not particularly chaotic) — unless we're talking Hawk & Dove type titles, in which case Lords of Chaos and Order are good or bad magic gods, Order being a bit nicer than Chaos — straight out of Dungeons & Dragons. Up until now I've tended to simply avoid them (and slag them off in The Books of Magie)." The names Hawk and Dove have been used repeatedly as duo characters in the DC universe, but NG refers here to the series appearing in the late 1980s and early 1990s entitled Hawk and Dove in which it is eventually revealed that they are respectively a Lord of Order and a Lord of Chaos.

The Lords of Order first appeared as a group in Dr. Fate, Vol. 1, #1 (Jul. 1987), although only Nabu (created in 1941 but revealed here to be one of the Lords of Order) is named there. Beginning in 1963, British fantasy writer Michael Moorcock (1939-) wrote extensively about the metaphysical forces of Order and Chaos (drawing, among other sources, on the work of Poul Anderson, in particular his Three Hearts and Three Lions (1953)) and the struggle for the Cosmic Balance. NG, in a private conversation with this editor, acknowledged Moorcock as an important source for the characters appearing here.

The Lords of Chaos first appeared in Justice League America, Vol. 1, #32 and Justice League Europe, Vol. 1, #8 (both Nov. 1989), as the natural opponents of the Lords of Order.

The name "Kilderkin" is a joke — the obsolete word was a measure of beer or ale, half a barrel.

According to John Camden Hotten's 1865 Slang Dictionary, “Shivering lemmy" is "the name given by street-folk to any cager who exposes himself, half-naked, on a cold day, to obtain alms. The 'game' is unpleasant but exceedingly lucrative."

Remiel and Duma

Duma is usually identified in Jewish tradition as the angel of silence, associated with the underworld; he is said to guard the place of the dead, who are of course silent. Remiel ("God raises up") is said to be the angel of the resurrection of the dead, watching over those souls who rise to Heaven.

The Merkin

Another joke-name: A "merkin" is a pubic wig (the term was first recorded in 1617), used by women to conceal their shaved genitalia. (It has achleved a second life on the Internet as a slang - and derogatory - term for a denizen of the United States, in the form of a corruption of "merican," the colloquial abbreviation of "American.")

Eve

Note that, this being the Dreaming, Eve's appearance changes, in stages, from a woman of about 70 (according to the script) to a girl of about 20. As will be seen in Vol. 3, 40.16.3, Eve embodies the Three-in-One in herself.

The Egyptian Pantheon

The Egyptian gods represented here are not the chief deities: Anubis, the son of Isis and Osiris, was originally the god of the underworld, but by the fifth Egyptian dynasty he was supplanted by Osiris, whose attendant he became, serving as merely the guardian of tombs and the patron of embalmers. Bast, who also appears as a lion-headed woman with a solar aura, is the personification of life and fruitfulness, and while her worship was widespread, she was not one of the more potent gods. In her cat-headed aspect, she was generally known as Pasht. Bes is described as a shaggy-haired dwarf god who wears a lion's skin and bears a tail. In his gental aspect, he is a patron of dance, music, and pleasure and a protector of children and child-bearing women, justifying his designation as a "household" god.

Susano-o-no-Mikoto

Izanagi, together with his wife Izanami, one of a number of couples who were the original deities of japanese folklore, gave birth to the islands of japan. After Izanami traveled to the underworld, Izanagi pursued her. Finding her there in a disgusting state, he abandoned her. Furious, she sent the Furies after him, but he escaped. In the course of washing off the impurities of the under-world, Izanagi gave birth to more deities, including Susano-o, the god of wind, springing from his nose.

[madamechrissy]

I DID JNFACT GET HIS NUMBER, AND I GOT HIM TO AGREE DO A NOT SO SOBER PLAN LAST NIGHT! (consent was good, it just wasn’t the smartest because the stadium was so far away)

We met up after the game and it turned out that the guy he was with was my friend’s cousin (it’s a small world) and we all went home in my car, (not to brag but my car has amazing gas mileage) And he may or may not have been in my room all night….

when I tell you it was a life changing experience, it was a life changing experience. I feel as if I can personally relate to every single reader in all of the smut fics after that because oh me, oh my, i literally cried.

and it wasn’t super duper awkward in the morning. It was actually really cute, because he ended up going to the store with my friend and his cousin while I was asleep, and made me breakfast in bed and walked in and said “I know this wasn’t exactly what I meant when I said I wanted to go on a date, but this feels pretty perfect to me” and I literally folded, like I was sitting in my bed, and folded over. And he brought me the breakfast and it literally looked like a Pinterest picture? Like the fuck? You’re telling me you just changed my entire life last night and you’re gonna rub it in my face that you’re literally perfect?????

so after that we hung out for a while, and went out to lunch (while I was texting you) and I was kinda dreading driving all the way back to the stadium to get his car, so he offered to drive me there and then pay for gas (and I’m sitting here as a college student getting offered passenger princess privileges AND the most valuable currency aka GAS???? Hell yeah I’m taking that offer)

so we are driving to get his car and I find out that he literally goes to the same college as me…. What the hell. Apparently he’s on a baseball scholarship, and he’s really fuckin good. And when I told him that I was on a cheer scholarship he asked me if I would be his personal cheerleader and his games (he was half joking but I swear I could feel my face heating up) ALSO it turns out he’s a huge huge huge anime fan too (thank the lord) and when I low-key mumbled about my blog he was completely supportive, and even said something about keeping ideas fresh LIKE EXCUSE ME??? Then we stopped and that’s where I wrote you the third one. And I had got us some drinks while he went to the bathroom and he lowkey looked upset that I spent money on him, and I’m just sitting here like “it’s a monster?”

anyway, we get to the stadium and he gets out and goes around to open my door, and he stops me when I go to walk around to my side of the car and I turn to see what’s wrong and he’s just staring at me, and I’m lowkey getting nervous because of it, so I ask him what the problem is and he slips his hand up the side of my neck and kinda cups the back of my head and my face and just like put his other hand on my hip and presses me against my car and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before, like damn. And then he asks if he can drive back to my house after, and I asked him if he could come over at like a little later, cause I needed to clean some stuff up and he came over with Chick-fil-A (my literal obsession, I talked about how much I loved this crap when I was high after my surgery) and then I made Alfredo and we put some of the chicken nuggets in the Alfredo, and watched the rookie. And he’s changing rn because he brought clothes to stay the night again (double sleep over I WIN) so he’ll be back in a little bit and I’ll update you if anything else happens

Aww stop he sounds so sweet and cute. Ya'll are a lil College AU fanfic ahahah <3 Listenn that's rly adorable! My smut does indeed come from experience (some of the best smut writers are not experienced and KILL it though!!!!) so I know what that feels like to be like ... damn I'm in a smut scene hehe. I'll always be like - 'I gotta go write now bye babe' to my man LMAO. He says I use him for inspo it may be true :')

I'm loving the lore I think this is adorable lmao!!!

[spnjediavenger]

My Number One

Title: My Number One

Type: one-shot; poe dameron x sister!reader

Warnings: none?

Spoilers: none

Notes: i just made up names of pilots so kinda random. Also apparently i'm on a sister!reader kick lately lol. But hey! I didn’t think i was capable of making one-shots since my last bunch turned into multi-chapter stories XD also i can’t believe this is my first star wars fic! Star wars was my original obsession before supernatural and marvel.

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Word count: 1173

“A resistance base is no place for a child, Mr. Dameron.”

“Please, General Organa. She doesn’t have anyone else. Neither of us do.”

Poe Dameron walked through the cafeteria, metal tray of food in hand as he gazed around the large room for the girl he usually had by his side by now. Sighing in resignation, he moved forward without finding his sister.

“Jay, boys, any of you seen Y/n?” Poe asked as he approached his usual table.

The men shook their heads. “She grabbed her food and went to your room, I think,” one of them said.

Poe’s shoulders slumped. “That's the third time this week.”

“Not to mention the four times she bailed during dinner.”

Poe rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the reminder, Jay.”

“What, you two get in a fight?”

Poe rolled his eyes again. “No, Anders, we didn’t get in a fight. I don’t know what’s gotten into her…I’ll catch you guys later, alright?”

Poe punched in the code to his room and stepped inside before the door slid closed. Y/n sat at the small table pushing her food around its tray, resting her chin in her hand.

“Hey, little ewok,” Poe said gently, stepping further into the room.

The teen’s head snapped up upon hearing her brother’s voice. “What are you doing here?” she said meekly. 

A half-smile made its way to Poe’s face. “I think the better question is: what are you doing here? How come you’ve been eating here the past bunch of days?”

Y/n’s gaze returned to her food as she shrugged. Poe sighed and set his tray on the table by the door. He loosely crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head at her. She rolled her eyes a bit.

“I’m fine, Poe. Go back to your friends, I’m sure they want to hang with you.”

The pilot squinted. “Is that what this is about? You think you’re taking me from them or something?”

“Poe, stop; it’s nothing! You’re wasting your time with me right now.”

“Hey, hey,” Poe scolded gently, uncrossing his arms and stepping up to the table to sit down. “No time with my baby sister is wasted time, ok? What’s got this stuff going around your head, huh?”

Y/n sighed and looked down at her hands. Poe ducked his head to look into her eyes and raised his brow questioningly, encouraging her to speak. She sighed again. “I just…it’s…ugh!” she shouted in frustration, gripping her hair for a second. “I just heard Andrews the other day…he was…he was saying to Jones that he felt bad for you to have to babysit me all the time and it’s embarrassing for a fighter pilot to have to worry about his tagalong little sister so I figured I would just let you have some time with just your friends for once.” By the time she was done, Y/n had tears in her eyes. And it broke Poe’s heart. He reached up to wipe one that ran down her cheek.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve just talked this through instead of you avoiding me, right? Besides, Andrews is an idiot, ok? I’m not even friends with him so don’t even think about listening to a thing he says, ok?” Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at that, making Poe smile. “Besides, you know the guys love you, right? In fact, Jay just might bust Andrews’ head if he hears what he said. And I know Anders jumps at the opportunity to tag-team me with you,” Poe added with an eye-roll at remembering the teasing fits his friend and sister had hit him with in the past.

Y/n gave a weak smirk. “That’s ‘cause it’s too easy.”

Poe chuckled and shook his head. She was better. “Is that so?”

“I mean, practically the whole base knows they had to custom make your helmet ‘cause they didn’t have ones big enough to fit your huge head. In fact, I’m surprised you don’t hit it off the top of your ship everytime you close the cockpit.”

Poe shook his head again, biting back a laugh. “Ok ok, I see how it is. I come in here to cheer up my baby sister and my repayment is getting made fun of?” Y/n put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing and getting herself in further trouble but didn’t succeed. Poe grabbed her around the waist, earning a yelp, and threw her on his bed, gently falling on top of her.

“Pohoe, get off!” she yelled, though still smiled. “You weigh like a thousand pounds!”

“Good, you won’t be able to escape this then,” he said, dipping his head down and rubbing his scruff over her neck. She immediately squealed and pushed against his chest. 

“Nonononono! Stop!” she laughed. Her pleading doubled when Poe started tickling her sides with his hands, not moving his head. Poe finally relented when his sister’s laughter went silent. He pushed himself up to look down at her laughter-drunk face and chuckled.

He pressed a kiss to her head and smiled. “Seriously though - you know you’re my number one, right?”

The girl’s own smile softened as she looked up at her big brother. “I know.”

“Good,” he said. “Now what do you say we grab our lunches and both head back to the cafeteria?” He stood and held a hand out.

“I say that sounds good,” Y/n smiled, taking Poe’s hand and standing.

Poe threw an arm around her shoulders as they walked out of their room. “Maybe we should give the General a little tip off on Andrews, huh? She hasn’t had a good chance to put him on cleaning duty for a while.”

Y/n laughed loudly at that. “I don’t know if she’d do that.”

“Are you kidding? I think she loves you more than me. And she was the initial one who tried persuading me to not bring you here.”

The girl pursed her lips and nodded a bit. “That is true. Something about us Damerons is just appealing, I guess.”

Poe chuckled. “Nah, you’re just the hardest worker here…Plus I think she always wanted a daughter,” he winked. “You’re helpful and kind to everyone here and I’m lucky to have you, little ewok. Don’t ever forget that, ok?”

Y/n nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder as they entered the cafeteria.

“Hey! Mini Dameron!” Anders yelled from across the room. “Did Poe tell you about the fall he took earlier?!”

Y/n covered her mouth to muffle her laughter. “No!” she yelled, glancing at Poe, then over to Anders again. “I’m on my way!”

As his little sister ran over to his awaiting friends, Poe found himself shaking his head and chuckling for about the tenth time that day. But he had a fondness in his heart that only Y/n could provide. No matter what anyone said, she was his number one. And he was damn lucky to have her.

[ferbimagic]

DRA + my character

Chapter One - Echoes of Despair: Part One - The Gates of Hell.

Caution: cringe

Why does it hurt so much.........!?

Scary.........!

Help......*squeeze*...!

Hahahahahahahahaha! Come on, come on, cry! Let everyone understand that only people like you can get fucked!

Someone help, my worker is not moving! Hurry, he's bleeding!

😺💮- No! - The guy wakes up and finds himself in a bed and in an unusual room. - Huh?

😺💮- *sigh* it was just a dream.

On behalf of Blummon:

I woke up from my nightmare, I can't forget this incident. I was beaten half to death, and I almost didn't feel anything. And I started to examine everything, and apparently I was in some room.

While I was examining, I noticed some objects on the table.

😺💮- Hmm...what is this? - I went to the table and saw that there was some kind of piece of paper and a small jar on the table. The piece of paper was most likely the tasks that Monokuma promised me. And the jar immediately surprised me......

😺💮- How did he know that I was taking this? - These were pills, but not simple ones. These are happiness pills, I always took them every day so as not to worry in public, I will say right away that I hid this from my mother.

I decided to look at the composition of this drug, I was not even surprised, although there was some other warning and I decided to read it.

"Warning: Do not take more than one pill a day under any circumstances! It may cause side effects and dangerous mental processes."

😺💮- Okay...... let's see what kind of task he gave me. - I took the sheet and began to read the tasks.

"Tasks for Blummon Hard-san"

• Give everyone items that will kill them.

• Appear in such a way that everyone thinks that everything will work out.

• Give payment for each task.

• (And the fourth is unimportant) Be loyal to the one you love.

Seriously? Such a short list? Only I was very confused by the last one, what does he mean "Be loyal to the one you love."? And what kind of payment?

⚪⬛- Good morning, my white cloud!

😺💮- AAAAAAAAA!

⚪⬛- Ouch! Sorry for scaring you.

😺💮- What are you doing here?

⚪⬛- I just came to explain to you about your room. - and he started explaining about my room, it was still boring...

*Later*

⚪⬛- And also, I give you this. - Monokuma gave me some kind of bag.

😺💮- What is this?

⚪⬛- These are monocoins

😺💮- Monomo......what?

⚪⬛- They're some kind of coins, and they can only be used for one machine in the Activation Shop.

😺💮- Is there an Activation Shop here?

⚪⬛- Yes! You'll find her yourself later, well I'm going.

😺💮- Wait, Monokuma!

⚪⬛- What's wrong?

😺💮- I'm talking about the fourth task, what it means "To be loyal to the one you're in love with." What does that even mean?

⚪⬛- Oh yeah, that's....... Wait what!?

😺💮- But that's what it says there.

⚪⬛- No, No, No, No, I didn't write that! So just ignore it, got it!?

😺💮- Y-yes😅

⚪⬛- Well then, I'm going - after that, Monokuma disappeared

*Later*

😺💮- Well, let's go! - I put one pill in my mouth and washed it down, after that my jaw was eaten away. It was a slide and unpleasant, but a smile was already appearing on my face, I did not know how to control myself and was under the influence.

Third person:

🌲🌈- Blummon, how are you? Are you okay? - Teruya stood near his friend's door and waited anxiously, then Hard-san came out with a smile on his lips.

🌲🌈- What's wrong with you?

😺💮- Nothing

🌲🌈- What do you mean? Usually you rarely smile, but now it's a little strange.

😺💮- I'm really fine.

🌲🌈- Well then let's go, everyone is waiting for us in the cafeteria.

😺💮- Good! - the two guys walked calmly and slowly.

*In the dining hall* Yuki's POV:

🍀🍊- Everyone's here...

🚨🧊- And you just came? Maeda, this isn't the first time you've been late for a meeting.

🍀🍊- S-sorry...

🛩️🍯- Hey, hey, it's okay. Come sit with us. - After that, Yuki sat down with the others.

🚨🧊- Is everyone here? Then let's share what each of us found. We might learn something if we put it all together. - While some were sharing information, Haru quietly approached Satsuki and whispered.

🛩️🍯- (Whispering) Satsuki, what do you think?

🫧🍬- (Whispering) Yeah, I'm thinking about it. If you wash children with baby soap, then you wash them with laundry soap...

🛩️🍯- I'm not talking about your philosophical thoughts, I'm talking about Blumie.

🫧🍬- What's wrong?

🛩️🍯- He's just acting really weird, he never smiled before?

🫧🍬- Or maybe his mood just improved.

*And this is the time*

🐻🏵️- Liven up...? Does anyone want to have fun in a situation like this? If you think this is some kind of matinee, then keep your thoughts to yourself.

☕🤎- W-what? Why are you so rude?! In a situation like this, you need to stay positive!!

🌲🌈- E-easier! Wow! I understand that my nerves are getting the better of me, but let's cool down. You know, quarrels are hardly beautiful.

😺💮- I agree. We really need to cool down, I've almost never quarreled with anyone in my life, and that's why I'm so beautiful - the neko-boy answered with a sweet smile.

🩻🩺- Y-right. First, let's discuss the evidence we found to figure out how to escape.

⚡❤️- You're Taira, right? Did you find anything?

☕🤎- Oh, yeah... I was looking around the school building with Inori and Maki... We were trying to find a way out of here. However... All the windows in the classrooms were sealed with plates, and some doors wouldn't even open...

🏹🌼- Yeah... Just like Monokuma said. I tried knocking on the huge front door in the lobby and even kicked it a few times, but no one answered.

🩻🩺- Sorry...

🌲🌈- Don't blame yourself! We didn't achieve anything either, so we're in the same boat!

🛩️🍯- It's a shame there was no progress...

🌲🌈- Oh my god, you're right...

🛩️🍯- Well... we heard it ourselves. Me, Otori, and Hatano looked around the gym and the hallway nearby in search of hidden staircases, but it was all in vain...

⚡❤️- We found a staircase leading up, but we couldn't get through because of the iron bars... The only achievement is that the surveillance cameras are really everywhere...

📋🧑‍⚖️- Speaking of staircases... Tsurugi, H-Higa, Tomori, and I... the four of us explored the student dorm... W-we also found a staircase leading up... B-but it was blocked by a gate similar to the one Hanato described...

⚽💫- Everything is blocked! It's so annoying!

⭐🩷- All we found were individual rooms with signs with our names on them...

⚡❤️- Yeah, I saw them too.

🏹🌼- That Monokuma, he really wants to make us live here... in individual rooms, not even in a hotel!

🚨🧊- Yamaguchi and I checked that all the rooms are completely soundproof. Even if someone screams right at the wall, you won't hear it from the other room.

📋🧑‍⚖️- And... the rooms have... a shower. - everyone started discussing the dorm for a bit, and Blummon listened to it all and tapped his claws on the table.

Blummon's POV:

🚨🧊- Did anyone else find anything?

🍬🫧- Me! Meee! Satsuki made an incredible discovery of the century!!! - what she studied was, to put it mildly, not very good.

🕯️✝️- ...We met Monokuma in the kitchen.

⚡❤️- What...? Really?

🏹🌼- You mean with Iran?! What a strange duo...

🕯️✝️- ...We weren't a couple, but we just happened to meet in the kitchen. Monokuma appeared when Iranami opened the refrigerator door. If I remember correctly, he said, "Don't worry. The food supply is infinitely replenished, so it will never run out."

🩻🩺- Appeared and disappeared...? What does that mean?

⭐🩷- Earlier at the gym, he also just disappeared. Maybe it's something like that.

🌲🌈- No, how does that even work......

🚨🧊- ...If that's the case, there's no need to worry about hunger.

😺💮- *I'd be hungry from you.......SO STOP! ENOUGH, THIS IS TOO MUCH!*

☕🤎- Aha... ha... Is that all the good we've learned?

🐻🏵️- How ignorant.

☕🤎- You again?!

🐻🏵️- So, in conclusion, none of us found any clues? You really are a bunch of useless fools.

😺💮- Did I participate in the investigation?

🐻🏵️- ................ You forgot to say. Sugar, you see, you passed out again and that clubfoot carried you to your room. - Did she just call me sugar!?

🩻🩺- He even found the reason for it, it turned out that digoxin had somehow accumulated in your body. It's just not clear how it got there.

😺💮- Wow...

🐻🏵️- That's why I think you're a fool too.

🏹🌼- Don't you think you've talked enough? We're your classmates!

📋🧑‍⚖️- W-we haven't heard one person's report yet. Right... K-Kurokawa?

📿☦️- ........................ - My friend doesn't look the same now. I remember from childhood, she was more open, but now... she's different.

⚽💫- It's a waste of time. She doesn't say anything at all.

🐻🏵️- It's a waste of time to talk to someone who has done nothing but stand in the gym all this time...

🛩️🍯- K-Kurokawa. Can you try to participate in our discussion more actively, okay?

📿☦️- .........................

🐻🏵️- You're worse than elementary school students who were also called Absolute. And you're still called the "hope" of the country?

☕🤎- What?! Then what did YOU find?! Did you do anything at all?! - Mekaru walked up to the table and put down a piece of paper.

🐻🏵️- Do you know what this is? - I smelled it a little, and it was.........

🍀🍊- Isn't this the "Hope's Peak Academy Map"...!?

⚡❤️- M-map?

🚨🧊- Let me see....... This is only the first floor map, but there is a gym, a medical center, an A/V room... there is a cafeteria in the dorm, a bathhouse... the information matches where we are now. - Bathhouse, that's interesting.

⚽💫- What?!! Are we really at Hope's Peak Academy?

🚨🧊- Mekaru. Where did you find it?

🐻🏵️- In an empty classroom. Anyone could have found it by carefully examining every corner of the empty classroom. But none of you did... and that means you either didn't take the investigation seriously, or you're incapable of conducting a proper inspection, or you're just idiots...

⚽💫- Now let's face it! Do you think we're STUPID?!

🐻🏵️- Am I not right? I've been carefully observing each of you since the moment we met... - I already felt a little sick from this.

It's just that sometimes, when I witnessed quarrels, I felt a strong aura that made me feel sick. So I quietly approached Mikako with one request.

😺💮- 'Mikako, can you please lift me up?' - my friend, hearing me with a smile on her face, lowers herself and picks me up in her arms.

🏹🌼- Do you want to know who fights better?!

😺💮,🚨🧊- STOP IT! - I immediately became embarrassed, I really didn't expect Tsurugi to say the same thing.

Everyone looked at me and Kinjou at this turn of events.

☕🤎-.........What just happened?

🐻🏵️- Psychocop and Sugar shouted at the same time? Unexpected.

🚨🧊- Fighting is the last thing we should waste our time on. Of course, I'm not saying that everyone should blindly trust each other. I understand Mekaru's reasoning well. Someone might try to kill, after all... Hard-san, do you have anything to add? - after that, everyone turned to me in Mikako's arms.

😺💮- Huh?!

🚨🧊- Well, it's just that we kind of shut them up at the same time. So I'll give in to you.

😺💮- Uh.... T-t-t-n-know(///////) - God... what's wrong with me?

😺💮- Well, that's.... Despite what Monokuma said earlier! We shouldn't let things come to blows, because if this continues, there'll be nothing left of us! So, to prevent this from happening, we need to somehow work together! And most importantly, don't give in to negative emotions and despair, even if you need to trust someone! Do you understand what I mean? - I said all this with a smile on my lips.

🛩️🍯- ........................

⚡❤️- ........................

⭐🩷- ........................

😺💮- Am I wrong?

🌲🌈- No, my friend, you're just more confident now than before.

🚨🧊- Although I can't trust all of you, what Blummon said is quite important.

🐻🏵️- ...Oh, at least there are some useful ones among us.

🚨🧊- But even so, Mekaru, may I ask that you not be hostile to us. There is no guarantee that the murder will actually happen, and it is very important to establish some degree of communication between all of us.

🐻🏵️- Hmm... a normal conversation with potential murderers? Interesting. Maybe I'll give it a try.

🌲🌈- Y-you can't trust us that much?

🚨🧊- Anyway: now, thanks to the Mekaru Map, we know what kind of place this is.

🩻🩺- But... there's still no evidence for an escape...

🍀🍊- Hey. This is only our first investigation. Maybe we can find something if we spend a little more time. And... even though the path is blocked now, we still have a staircase up. We can't give up, there might be evidence up there.

🚨🧊- Maeda is right. It's impossible to finish everything after one day of investigation. Especially in such a large-scale situation.

🩻🩺- I'll add that sixteen students went missing at once. Even if we are separated from the outside world, someone must have noticed and started looking for us.

🛩️🍯- That's right! Even if we're stuck here, we shouldn't lose hope! Let's find a way out together, slowly and steadily!

🚨🧊- Mekaru, I'm not asking for constant cooperation, so at least share what you find. There will definitely come a time when you'll need our help, too.

🐻🏵️- Hmm...

🚨🧊- That goes for you too, Kurokawa.

📿☦️- ..........................................

🚨🧊- And you, Blummon. You seem to have an unusual skill, and it might be useful. Considering that you're the lowly and weak one among us, I'll have a duty to protect you.

😺💮- Oh... Really? I guess... ok.

🏹🌼- Tsurugi, you're so reliable! Is it because you're a cop? And Blummon is an innocent angel. If it weren't for you and Fluffy, we would have already fallen apart due to constant quarrels!

🫧🍬- Two absolute leaders!

🚨🧊- ...You flatter us. I want to trust you and leave this place as much as you do. That's why we need to work together and believe in each other.

*Some time later*

In the end, we didn't find anything except that we were at Hope's Peak Academy. And there were some problems with Mekaru... it's almost 10:00 now, like Akane said...

🌲🌈- Well, Blummon, I'll see you tomorrow. Good night to you!

😺💮- Yeah, to you too.

But when I entered my room and closed the door, I immediately ran to the bathroom. I went to the sink, bent down, and started coughing. When I coughed, blood spurted out from behind my mouth. And I immediately threw away the pill that appeared in my mouth. Wetting my face with water, I felt abnormal. When I got out of the bathroom and lay down on the bed with my face in the pillow, I immediately started screaming and crying, clinging to my head with my hands.

😺💮- *WHAT HAPPENED TO ME NOW????!!!!!*

😺💮- *Squeeze* So. N-need to rest, ......need to relax a little. - I barely calmed down, because from this pill, I was in pain all the time.

Before going to bed, I decided to check my handbook and read the rules. There was even my profile.

Everything was there. My full name, my height, my weight, my chest circumference, and even my date of birth, April 8th.

I got ready for bed and lay down on the bed, and, immersed in my thoughts, fell asleep.

😺💮- Mommy! Is it true that good people are called angels, and bad people are called demons? - asks a five-year-old boy sitting on a bench in the yard of the house, while his mother was watering flowers.

💙💗- Yes, son, it's true. - the mother put down the watering can and went up to her son.

💙💗- When you do good deeds, then you too will be considered an angel.

😺💮- So when I grow up, I will do good deeds and I will be the "Angel of the whole country"! - the boy proudly folded his arms and made a proud face.

💙💗- Hee-hee. Well, okay, we'll see. I'm sure you can do it.

😺💮- Thank you mommy!.........

*Ding, dong!*

😺💮- Huh?! *It was a dream, again. Okay then, time to do my homework.*

*Later*

Like in the list, I decided to give everyone presents, but not the ones that would kill them. I am the ones that should be very loved by them. After all, Monokuma told me yesterday that the camera in my room was broken, so I was lucky.

I decided to find and go to that very Activation shop, while not forgetting to take the Monocoins with me. Having found the shop, I was surprised. There are so many different things in it that I even wonder "where are they from?" When I looked around, I noticed a large machine, most likely, the Monocoins should go there. When I put one coin in the machine, a ball immediately rolled to the left. And was there a cup in the ball?

Third person:

☕🤎- Hard-san-chan, there you are!

😺💮- Oh my God! - the neko-boy jumped back in fear.

😺💮- A-k-kane, is that you? W-what are you.........doing here?

☕🤎- I've been looking for you, you just weren't in the dining room and I was sent to find you. By the way, what's that you have there. - Taira noticed the ball.

😺💮- Oh!......A...a...It's a surprise! - Hard-san hid the item under his poncho.

☕🤎- Will you show me?

😺💮- Y-yes, I'll show you 😅 (///).

☕🤎- Then go ahead, show me.

Neko-boy shyly shows the cup to the maid.

On behalf of Blummon:

😺💮- Well……, here.

☕🤎- Wow! This cup… I can’t believe it. What you’re holding in your hands right now is very expensive!

😺💮- What? - suddenly surprised, I thought she wouldn’t like it.

☕🤎- Hard-san-chan. Can I have it…?

😺💮- To be honest, I didn’t know you liked this, but if so, then…

☕🤎- Thank you so much, Hard-san-chan! And now my gift as a thank you. I’ll tell you some of my stories and give you something!

*Later*

Akane and I became a little closer. And yet I decided to give her a cup, then I'll give her something else.

☕🤎- Wow, thank you so much! I really like your gift! Now I owe you. Hoohoo...

When she's so excited, it makes me happy.

*Later*

😺💮- It's... Taira, can I ask you a question?

☕🤎- Sure! What kind of question is that? I'll answer any question a friend might have!

😺💮- It just occurred to me... why did you decide to become a maid?

☕🤎- ……………

😺💮- Taira?

☕🤎- Ah, sorry... that wasn't quite what I expected. So, how did I become a maid… It’s a pretty hard topic to talk about, but I’ll tell you since it’s easy… I don’t have parents.

😺💮- What?!

☕🤎- They died… a long time ago, when I was just a baby. I can’t even remember their faces. I spent my childhood in an orphanage. But when it collapsed, I was left on the streets with nothing. No home, no family… in a desperate attempt to survive, I began working on things I was good at: cooking and cleaning. …And that was the beginning of my career.

😺💮- W-wait…! Didn’t you say it was hard for you to remember all that…?!

☕🤎- Oh? Yes. But don’t worry about it. Sure, those times were hard, but without them, I wouldn’t have been able to attend this school as the Ultimate Maid.

😺💮- You've never gone to school?

☕🤎- I couldn't afford it... My earnings were really low before I became popular.

😺💮- ……But...

☕🤎- S-sorry... I guess I ruined the atmosphere. I don't really care about my past!

😺💮- N-nothing, W...after all, I was the one asking you...

☕🤎- That wasn't fun at all. Next time, I'll tell you a more interesting story. For example, an incident from my work?

😺💮- Hee hee... I can't wait.

☕🤎- So Hard-san-chan! I guess you haven't had breakfast yet? Should we eat something in the cafeteria?

😺💮- O-Of course... I'm a little hungry.

☕🤎- Then let's go!✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

*A little later*

I've been with Akane since the morning... We left the Activation Shop and returned to the dorm area. And after a small snack in the dining hall, we split up. But before lights out, I spent some coins in the vending machine and got a lot of different things.

*A little later in Blummon's room*

*Ding, dong*

This is the school announcement. It's 10:00 PM. It's night time, so the dining hall is closing. Sleep tight and peacefully!

I decided to go to bed later, because before going to bed, I decided to wrap gifts for everyone. I could easily figure out who to give what to, because my sense of smell helped me figure it out. And after finishing the last ones, I started getting ready for bed and lay down on the bed, and later fell asleep.

[the-scouts-codex]

This takes place during the "Glorious Masquerade"event. This can be read as a one shot or even a full length work. Each part connects and can be its own beginning. I hope you all enjoy these.

The third person is now Sebek! The second one is Deuce. The first was Epel (Each part can be read there if you click on their names.)

Word count: 1690

Human, Dance with me!

Renmu went silent. Again, with Sebek's lack of manners was starting to get on his nerves. Would it kill the Diasomnia student to be more kind? Polite? Empathetic even? When Sebek was met with the ever growing silence, he spoke again. “It has come to my attention that His Highness has taken a…liking to such a magicless human as yourself. I guess if his Greatness approves of you, then so will I.”

Renmu went to speak but apparently, Sebek wasn’t finished. “One should be honored to be seen in such a way by His Highness and you should feel honored to dance with one of His Highness's best knights!”

Silver sighed and shook his head. “Sebek, that’s not how you ask and you shouldn’t lie about being Malleus’ best knight. What he meant to say was "it would be an honor if he could dance with you, Prefect.”

“Silver!” Sebek shouted. “Don’t go putting words in my mouth!” 

Renmu really couldn't tell if the taller knight really was trying to ask him to dance or not. Sebek could be very condescending and rude…most of the time. But, Renmu knew he also had trouble expressing how he truly felt and what he truly wanted to say at times. It often came out wrong and loud and he always let his pride and prejudice get the best of him; those things didn’t mean that he had a soft side to him somewhere. 

Sebek’s expression went from a stern and cold one to a tense and dejected puppy. Renmu sighed, feeling bad that he was the cause of such a shift in his behavior. “Yes, I will dance with you.” 

Sebek smirked, confidence oozing from his very being. “Hah! I knew no human could resist such a proposal!” 

Silver sighed once more and shook his head. “Thank you, Prefect.” Silver went back to where he was moments before as Sebek guided the Prefect to the dance floor. 

There was one thing about Sebek that Renmu could admit was that despite all the negative things about him, his very presence made up for it. Sebek may be half Fae, but he still had Fae-like features that made everyone look. The Noble Bell boys and Royal Sword boys stopped and stared as Sebek and Renmu walked hand in hand. 

Comments like “Who’s the tall one?” and “Is he a Fae?” or “Should we ask him to dance with us too?” If Sebek could hear then he didn’t react. He kept his head held high and continued to walk as if he was the next Briar Valley heir. He was regal, solemn, and dignified. He was so much more but Renmu couldn’t even name them at the moment. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost missed the start of their dance. 

Again it was a waltz, a variation of one. Pairs in the ballroom were doing the same pattern of three steps, rise and sway, rotate, and repeat. Sebek’s height made it a bit difficult for Renmu to place his hand on his shoulder and forearm. Renmu had to crane his neck to look at Sebek’s face for crying out loud. Sebek didn’t seem too fazed by it other than the fact that he was looking down on Renmu with a stern look. Renmu wasn’t sure if it was positive or negative. 

Whenever they turned, Renmu’s hand slid off Sebek’s shoulder. Each time it slid, Sebek promptly placed it back. Sebek’s hands were large, his forearms firm, and his shoulders broad. In short, Sebek was large. The very epitome of a knight. All he was missing was his shining black gothic armor. Renmu could feel how much time and effort he put into being one of Malleus’ knights. 

Sebek hummed, catching the Prefect’s attention. “I wondered if you would be able to waltz properly, let alone keep up. I guess I was mistaken.” 

Renmu wasn’t sure if he wanted to respond to that comment. Once again, Sebek wasn't trying to choose his words and tone carefully. 

“Also, It has come to my attention that you aren’t so weak and helpless. Here,” Sebek emphasized what he was referring to by pressing his large hand into Renmu’s back and squeezing his other hand that was in his own. “I can feel the muscles in your back and the strength in your hands yet, you look like a scrawny human. Do you perhaps train with a sword?” 

“I-Iya, iya, I was a farmer back home…” Renmu replied meekly. “I used axes and tilled most of the time.”

“Ah, farming.” Sebek hummed in thought. “Honest work. Fitting for a human.” 

“And there he went with that condescending tone and word choice.” Renmu thought. One moment you thought he was genuinely complimenting you but then it turned into how weak of a human you were. 

“That being said. Let’s spar when we get back!” Sebek declared. “To prove how strong you really are!”

Renmu’s eyes went wide, fear and anxiety welling up inside him. “Chotto matte kudasai! Why would we need to spar-”

Sebek wasn’t listening to the Prefect’s protests. He was still focused on their dance after all. Three steps, rise and sway, rotate, and repeat. Three steps, rise and sway, rotate, and repeat. His grip was tight and the hand on his back was firm.

“Sebek!” Renmu called out as Sebek spun them “Ne!” Renmu shouted as Sebek dipped him slowly before bringing him back up too quickly, as though he was trying to drown out the Prefect. “Se-” 

“Stop your yammering!” Sebek shouted. “There is no other way to do this to prove you’re indeed worthy of His Majesty's time and thought!” 

“De-Demo, it’s not my strength on why Malleus thinks of me so highly!” Renmu cried out. 

Sebek almost missed a step in their dance but quickly corrected himself. “Then…why does he like a human such as yourself?” 

Renmu sighed. Finally he was listening. “It’s because I'm different.” 

“How so?” Sebek asked, his hold becoming softer. “How are you different from all the other humans here?” 

Renmu honestly felt like a broken record sometimes when it came to explaining to some of the people here that he wasn’t from Twisted Wonderland. Renmu was also sure that as long as he was still here, it wouldn’t be his last. “I…I’m not from here, Sebek. I’m not from this world so I had no bias to judge Malleus on…”

Sebek was shocked. “How could such mortals have a bias of His Majesty!” 

Renmu sighed for like the fifth time. “You may not see it but Mallues does indeed enjoy mortal company. His presence and title sometimes get in the way of that.” 

Sebek actually looked like he was contemplating what The Prefect just said. Despite Sebek’s mind wandering elsewhere, he still was spot on with their dance. Renmu just waited for his reply. 

“Well, I suppose that you are quite enjoyable company, even for me…” Sebek mumbled. 

Renmu smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

“B-But that doesn't mean that our sparring session is out of the question!” Sebek added quickly. “I still need to see what you are made of, Renmu!” 

Renmu nodded in response. Renmu wasn't going to ruin the fact that Sebek finally referred to him by his name and not the insulting title of “Human”. He would let him figure it out on his own. 

Whenever they spun, Sebek’s asymmetrical cape fluttered dramatically. It looked like the wings of a bird, a dragon even. The goth scheme matched his normal Diasomnia look that Renmu absolutely adored. It made him look elegant and ethereal. Worthy of any praise for being at Malleus' side. 

Sebek spoke up again. “And Renmu, if you are in need of a better, stronger, more capable person to protect you, look no further! I am far better than that formidable briar Valley knight, Silver!” 

Renmu chuckled to Sebeks confusion. Sebek, whether he notices or not, has a tendency to talk up Silver when he is, in fact, trying to degrade him. Thus contradicting what he was trying to convey. 

“Ok, I'll look for you when I am in need of a knight.” Renmu replied. 

Sebek beamed like the sun. “Excellent choice!” 

As the remaining box steps were made, Sebek’s smile never left his face. Renmu honestly thought that he looked a lot friendlier like that. The normal scowl he wore was very approachable. He looked like he would bite your head off at any second. But, Renmu knew Sebek had a soft side to him. He knew deep down, he was very caring and kind. He just needed some time to trust in others to show those sides of him. 

Sebek released his hold on the Ramshackle Prefect as they parted. They took a bow thus ending their dance. 

“That was actually fun. I didn’t think that dancing with a human would be so…uplifting.” Sebek said confidently. “You have surpassed my expectations once more!”  

“Again, I’ll take that as a compliment?” Renmu said awkwardly.

Sebek smirked. “I do hope you surprise me more, Human. Also about you and Malleus. I do hope you-” 

“May I cut in?” 

Sebek scowled and shot Silver a look. “Silver, why must you cut in!?” 

“Oh, you’re not done?” Silver replied. 

“Not until you rudely cut me off!” Sebek shot back. 

Renmu just watched the two go back and forth. Renmu didn’t know why they tended to argue like this. He didn't know if he should just cut in or leave. Sebek was standing his ground while Silver kept trying to get the younger Knight to leave. 

“Go back to His Majesty!” Sebek shouted. 

“Oh, but he sent me to fetch you.” Silver replied. 

Sebek’s demeanor changed quickly. “He needs me?” 

“Yes. He said he wanted to dance with-”

Sebek didn’t need to hear the rest of that sentence. He was already running through the crowd of people, running to his liege who was standing on the stage. 

“That’s all it took, huh?” Silver mumbled to himself. 

Silver fully faced Renmu and bowed like a true knight and said….

Thanks for reading part three!

Silver is now here!

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 8 Matsuribayashi pt. 39

I’d say that this contains probably the most important fragment related to the overall larger mysteries of the entire series.

Death of Satoshi’s aunt

But not Satoko’s, only Satoshi’s.

You know, come to think of it, why did the sister of their stepfather adopt them, instead of trying to ship them back to their birth father? I doubt it’s important at all, and hell you could very easily head-canon it that the government probably did try to reunite Satoko and Satoshi with their birth father, but it’s just why did Teppen and Tamae adopt these two? Was it the hidden bank account Tenpin was obsessed with in Minagoroshi? Is that why he did it? I don’t know, it’s just a bit of a head scratcher.

So I suppose it’s fair to assume that “the drug addict who killed Tamae Houjou” is something the Mountain Dogs used to get the case hushed up. Much like the deaths of the original Houjou couple, and the Furudes. It’s curious how much power, and foresight they possess in maintaining the secrecy of the Irie Institute. They have apparently an entire secret room of dead bodies to deploy as Miyo Takano at a moment’s notice, but now they also have another secret room of random druggies to pin for murders? Or do you think they were just cruising along Okinomiya, found a guy who was suitably drugged out of his gourd and were like “hey buddy, why’d you kill her?” And then just flung him at the police?

This is a random theory, do you suppose the drug addict was secretly one of the test subjects for H173? Only instead of killing himself like Tomitake did he just became fundamentally paralyzed and that’s why he gave himself up to the police?

Something I find funny about Ooishi’s single-minded determination that the Sonozakis are behind it all is the idea that he seems to think the arm still has flesh and so on. Even if it wasn’t thrown away somewhere you know by now it would be a skeletal arm. Which makes me wonder, do you think the Irie Institute has a crematorium? You think the people of Hinamizawa saw them build this institute with a chimney and were like “well that’s odd?” Cause it seems to me that with their dissections they probably don’t just have a massive corpse pit in the basement.

Part of me wonders if the series would have been as well regarded as I think it is had it been written purely from the perspective of Ooishi. If it were just a more straightforward narrative with Ooishi conducting the investigation, and if the gaming club were pushed back into a more secondary role, do you think it would’ve done as well? This is honestly part of the reason I’m so keen to read the console arcs since a lot of it is an outside group investigating the mysteries of Hinamizawa. Of course (at time of writing) I’ve read maybe half an hour or so of Someutsushi, so I may be incredibly wrong about those.

The fourth sacrifice

We are rapidly coming upon June 1983 for the final time. Technically speaking.

I know that each chapter is its own self-contained fragment of reality, but part of me wonders if when Satoshi went missing in Meakashi (potential posting of my wonderfully creative Satoshi is Missing art) if he went to the same toy store then as now. I know that Shion in that chapter mentions that they specifically went to this toy store owned by an elderly couple where the man had dementia. For a second I wondered if the store in Meakashi was the one the Sonozakis owned, but looking over the screenshots I have to Meakashi it is indeed someone else's toy store. So with the news that this is the same toy store as the one the pair of them visited in Meakashi I can’t help but wonder if there’s some small part of the previous chapters that occur in this more idealized timeline leading up to the final third of Matsuribayashi. I doubt that the scene where Shion beats the shit out of Satoko happened in this version of events, but I wonder if the pair of them visiting the toy store together occurred? Because while it doesn’t explicitly say so, I am fairly convinced that elements from these fragments do happen across the entire series.

To get slightly back on track, about how far apart are Hinamizawa and Okinomiya do you think? Clearly they’re close enough that the kids can just go biking from here to there in an hour or so, but it’s also far enough apart that you can have a big budget action car chase and gunfight, and neither town is aware it’s happening on the road between. Also I feel it’s worth pointing out with Irie mentioning how odd and out of sorts Satoshi’s acting he was acting very similarly when he asked Shion to keep an eye on Satoko the night before Watanagashi 1982. So just another piece of evidence that some elements do happen across the fragments.

Had a bit of a mean spirited chuckle here, because of my newfound conspiracy theory(?) about whether plot points happen across the fragments. In the fragments where Teppei comes back does Irie just remember this little bit of the conversation with Satoshi and go “oh god damn it, son of a bitch!”

Well I must say this takes the wind out of my “I think Satoshi didn’t kill his aunt” theory somewhat. You know what? Now that I think about it, Minagoroshi features a prolonged section of Rika trying to convince the others to not kill Teppen in an effort to save Satoko. I wonder if there was anything ever considered about Rika trying to stop Satoshi from killing his and Satoko’s aunt? Or if it can be handwaved away with the idea that this has to happen in order to make Satoko become brave enough to fight against the fate of living with T-Pain, should that fragment come around again? Or do you suppose it’s just one of those “background” fragments where she tried multiple times, but with the weakening of Hanyuu’s powers it became an impossibility to travel back that far?

While I can’t help but feel that the idea that this is the curse of Oyashiro can be laid squarely at Rena’s feet I do wonder if Takano has been seeding ideas that the curse exists around the village herself? It makes sense right? Since she wants people to view the Hinamizawa Syndrome parasite to be an embodiment of the curse of Oyashiro she would have to have put it out into the ether that such a thing exists. Unless somehow the older generation is able to pick up the slack and just unintentionally spread the idea of the curse themselves. Also I wonder if Takano looked at this fresh new L5 test subject and was licking her lips just staring at his now comatose form, thinking “oh boy, oh boy!”?

Updated to be slightly more relevant.

It’s worth mentioning at this point that shortly after Shion begins her quest for revenge for the disappearance of Satoshi she does briefly consider Irie as being responsible for some of the killings. So I think it’s kind of interesting how that particular flavor of paranoia is now at this point in time being paid off, and shown to be partially correct.

[fatfables]

The Break Fast Club

Charlie Bucketbelly and his friends decide to restart the breakfast club that they used to have at school...

Charlie and Ryan had been into gaining for years. The two gay boys came across the phenomenon while searching for videos of bigger men on Pornhub. Only then were they able to give a label to what they and their friends had been feeling for years. Discovering that what they had been doing silently was in fact natural, was a major relief for the both of them, allowing them to finally discuss their feelings about their bodies. Before that it had always been unspoken.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“Pass the sugar, please.”

Ryan slid the glass bowl to the other side of the table.

“Thanks.”

Charlie dunked his tablespoon into the bowl and sprinkled a more than generous amount of white sugar onto his Frosties.

“Charlie!”

It was Ms Cumbersome who spoke: “How many times have I told you! The sugar is only for the tea! Frosties are already covered with sugar!”

“Sorry, Miss.”

With the teachers back turned both boys snickered and Charlie added a second tablespoon of sugar to his cereals in spite. Ryan smiled at Charlie, motioned for him to pass the sugar bowl back to him, and sprinkled a heaped spoon of sugar on top of his Coco Pops causing Charlie to almost spit out his breakfast with laughter.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“I read online that skipping breakfast leads to weight gain.”

“That’s gotta be bullshit! How on Earth can eating less cause you to gain weight?”

“Apparently, you don’t eat less, you eat more. Cos you go hungry until later in the day your body craves larger amounts of foods and more sugars, so you’re more likely to overeat at lunch and choose unhealthy foods.”

“I don’t buy it. Surely you’d be better to eat a big breakfast and then have lots of sugars and fats for lunch anyway?”

“Well yeah, but most people don’t do that.”

“Oh, yeah! I guess I was just thinking about myself.”

“Not everyone is a gainer Charlie.”

“They should be, it’s awesome!”

“Do you think we’d weigh more now if we never went to breakfast club?”

“Hell no! What are you on about? Breakfast club was the best! It was the only part of school that I ever liked!”

“Yeah, but, maybe we would have eaten more at lunch instead?”

“And how would we have done that? We never had any money! That was why we were in the breakfast club in the first place! And that fuckin’ Ms Cumbersome, she never allowed us to go for thirds! Breakfast club was our saviour!”

“It was pretty damn sweet!”

“Too right! I owe at least half of my belly to that club!”

....keep reading for free at www.fatfables.com/the-break-fast-club

[flamboyantly-incompetent]

OoTP, Chapter 7 - The Sack of DA

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none?

Masterlist

Word Count: ~2,500

Note: it had to happen, Malfoy is still a massive butthead, don't blame me...

The days following the term resuming were, in a word, horrific. You rose Monday morning and were greeted in the Great Hall by a swarm of Gryffindors passing around a battered issue of the Daily Prophet, and your heart sunk. Ginny was nowhere in sight, but the teachers' table carried the same intense chatter.

"What's happened?" you whispered to Hermione. She said nothing, but passed you the newspaper so you could read the headline. It took a moment to process what you'd read - Death Eaters, an escape from Azkaban, ten Death Eaters. Hermione remained silent, rose abruptly, and hurried out of the Great Hall.

A few tension-filled days later, and you learned that the old toad had put Hagrid on probation. The only thing worse than that was that no one knew when the next meeting of Dumbledore's Army could be. An odd coldness had settled between yourself and Draco, spurred by his smugness and malicious pleasure regarding Hagrid's status. During the Herbology lesson that followed, Professor Sprout beamed through her lecture on Screechsnaps; apparently Draco had done an excellent job with the puffapods over the break. The small victory seemed hollow, though.

Care of Magical Creatures was even worse. Umbridge insisted on interrupting every few minutes to ask a mind-numbingly stupid question, rarely related to the lesson plan, and then Hagrid would stumble through a response that only ever half-answered her question.

You did, eventually, run into Ginny in the Owlery, and managed to ask her how Mr. Weasley was getting on.

“Oh, he’s doing much better, thanks!” she said, grinning. Her breath fogged instantly in the chilled air at the top of the tower. “He’s home now, driving Mum crazy.”

“Well that’s good, I’m glad to hear it.” You looked casually over your shoulder. “Do you know when…?” you trailed off, eyebrows raised.

Ginny caught your meaning and nodded. “Pretty sure soon, he’s been busy with, erm, remedial Potions.”

Your mouth fell open. That was surprising. Harry wasn’t Snape’s favorite, no one was, but surely he couldn’t be that bad. Especially not with Hermione around to whisper corrections every few minutes, which you knew she had a habit of doing since having been paired with her one very, very long DA meeting. “Wow,” was all you managed to say.

Ginny frowned, “Yeah he’s not thrilled about it either.”

You laughed sardonically. “Well if he needs any help in Herbology,” not sure where that came from, you trailed off, uncomfortable.

Ginny looked at you quizzically.

You sighed. “I’ve got a bit of an odd question. What do you think of Draco Malfoy?”

Her face screwed up in disgust. “Why d’you want to know about him?”

“Well,” you hesitated, deciding on a half-truth, “he’s in my Herbology 5, and I don’t quite know what to make of him.”

“He’s a bully, and a git. And an idiot.”

“I was afraid you’d say that.”

She patted your arm sympathetically. “Your determination to like everyone is admirable, but trust me - that one’s a lost cause.” You smiled weakly at the compliment. “I’ve got to go, see you later!”

Ginny trotted down the icy stairs as fast as she could manage, leaving you in the cold with only more questions than before.

Valentine’s Day came and went, and you and Donna observed with increasing amusement as Herbert attempted on three separate occasions to invite Yvette to Hogsmeade, presumably on a date. The first time, sitting in the Great Hall over breakfast, she attempted to invite a few other people along. The second, after History of Magic, she hadn’t heard him properly and agreed that yes, they should study veritaserum for potions in the library today. The third, from across the common room, she replied that she planned to spend the whole Saturday gearing up for the next quidditch game against Gryffindor.

Herbert watched, dumbfounded, as Yvette moved on casually to discussing the practice schedule with Zacharias Smith.

Donna patted him on the shoulder. “Maybe for the best though. Valentine’s Day is way too much pressure for a first date.”

The Saturday morning of the long awaited match, when you woke Yvette and the rest of the quidditch team had already left for breakfast, so you and Donna bundled up and met Herbert in the common room. At the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, the team sat eating in unhappy silence. Devon Summerby sneezed loudly over his breakfast.

“What’s got you lot in a twist?” Herbert asked as the three of you sat down.

Zacharius Smith flinched. “I guess Gryffindor’s last practice was exceptionally pitiful. Which would be great for us, except-”

“Except,” Yvette interrupted, seething, “Summerby caught a cold. What was it this time? Forget your cloak for Care of Magical Creatures?”

Devon Summerby’s voice came out nasal and stressed, “How many times are you gonna make me say I’m sorry?”

“As many times as needed to win the match,” Zacharias snapped. “And I’d ask you to step in, Y/N, but Hooch says he’s well enough to play.”

Then the Gryffindor team sat down at their table in similarly poor spirits.

Adding insult to injury, Draco Malfoy and his gaggle of goonies followed, taking a long and all too satisfied look around. He never met your eye.

“Well,” he said, smug, “this certainly promises to be quite the show. Do try not to embarrass yourselves too much.” Finally his gaze met yours, lingering uncomfortably. He looked away and said to his lackeys, “Crabbe, Goyle, let’s go.”

You scowled at his back as he led his ‘friends’ out to the courtyard. Donna clocked the look and raised an eyebrow.

Across the room, Ron Weasley had turned a shade of green. Ginny patted him on the back in an attempt at encouragement.

The match was nothing to write home about. Yvette, Zacharias and Cadawaller snuck upwards of fifteen goals past Ron Weasley, but Devon Summerby missed the snitch as it passed under his nose twice, eliciting screams of outrage from the Hufflepuff spectators. In the end, Ginny caught the snitch, closing the gap, and Hufflepuff won but only barely.

During the entire match, the Slytherin attendees could be heard singing another insulting refrain of “Weasley Is Our King,” and you didn’t need to wonder who had led the chorus.

After dinner, Donna cornered you in the common room amidst a half-hearted celebration.

“Please tell me,” she began in a whisper, “that Slytherin you were tutoring wasn’t Draco ‘My-Father-Will-Hear-About-This’ Malfoy?”

“I never noticed how perceptive you are, you should really-”

“Y/N. Be serious. He’s insufferable; why are you helping him?”

You shrugged, unsure of your own feelings. “He’s not that bad when there’s not an audience.”

“Oh, so you’ve been spending quality time alone with him too? Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush now?”

Once she said it, you couldn’t unhear it. Was it a crush? Your gut churned; you weren’t sure.

You answered, “I don’t know, ok? Yeah half the time I wanna punch him in the face, but the other half? I don’t know.”

Donna frowned, looked around to see if anyone had been listening. “Look, I don’t care if you’ve got a crush on the rich bad boy, but I wish you’d told me. I wish you’d told me when you started tutoring him. And I wish you’d told me about the study club.”

“I told you I didn’t think I could-”

Yvette threw an arm around each of you. “Whatever it is you’re whispering about can wait. Please help me save this party.”

The argument halted before it could begin, you spent the remainder of your evening enchanting chestnuts to roast themselves and explode into confetti.

The Great Hall was abuzz with chatter the next morning, nothing new, but about halfway through your breakfast you watched as Umbridge stomped over to the Gryffindor table.

“This can’t be good,” Herbert muttered as the whole table tried to eavesdrop.

Whatever it was must’ve been something truly magnificent as, for maybe the first time ever, she was speechless. She sputtered for a moment, then stomped back up the aisle, something tucked under her arm.

Exactly one hour later, a new Educational Decree went up, banning a certain news publication, and Herbert proudly appeared in the common room with said publication.

This edition of The Quibbler featured an interview from none other than Harry Potter himself.

Wanda Clemm and Ezra Roberts corralled him into an arm chair and demanded he read the article aloud. He obliged. It was a tell-all account of what happened during the games last year, so well written it had captivated everyone in the common room who sat at the edges of their seats.

It also named the Death Eaters that had been unmasked by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself: Peter Pettigrew, not dead after all; Avery; Macnair; Crabbe; Goyle; and… Malfoy.

So. This is what he’d meant when he said their families went ‘way back.’ That they were more like ‘colleagues’ than friends. Their fathers were all Death Eaters together, like some sick social club. Disgust rose in your throat - but he never seemed particularly fond of them, maybe, just maybe there was still hope?

In the month that followed, Dumbledore’s Army continued to meet with renewed vigor. No longer were these secret meetings merely a replacement for the joke Defense Against the Dark Arts had become, but something far more immediate. Finally, after months of asking about it, Harry Potter announced it was time to learn the Patronus Charm.

He kept on trying to emphasize the importance of being able to produce it under attack from Dementors, but was respectfully ignored as the wispy white animals took over the room.

Donna had no trouble at all thinking of a happy memory and letting it fill her up to the brim. A massive, slobbering St. Bernard leapt from her wand and nipped at the wisps from failed charms.

Herbert followed close behind. From his wand, an osprey, a fish-hawk, took flight.

You had far more trouble, as did Yvette. You shared a disappointed look. For some disconcerting reason, every happy memory you could think of was overshadowed by some feeling of disappointment. Seeing the dragons during the tournament - Cedric’s death. Hagrid returning with tiny versions of those dragons - Umbridge putting him on probation. Christmas at home with mum and Julien - a painful reminder of your father’s passing. Racing across a frigid pond to a crystalline forest with an unexpected friend - the hot, uneasy feeling you got in the pit of your stomach at the sight of him now.

All tainted, all failed.

Then, Yvette’s patronus burst forth, a beautiful dun mare galloping through the air, and the frustration you felt boiled over.

You groaned, shoved your wand in your back pocket, and stomped over to the edge of the room. There were a few others having equal trouble, like Seamus, but it was his first meeting. He hadn’t been training under Harry’s (and Hermione’s at times) excellent tutelage for months as you had. Harry was across the room, coaching Neville and trying to coax more than a faint wisp from the spell.

This was ridiculous.

You were training under Harry ‘the Chosen One’ Potter. Preparing for an all too possible, almost inevitable, magical war. And your closest friends were doing even better than you; they’d be just fine.

You abandoned fragmented warm and fuzzy memories, and instead tried to let the confidence of watching your friends, Ginny and Luna too, succeed fill you up. Then, you attempted to cast the Patronus Charm, just one more time before giving up.

Slowly, confidently, a grey wolf lined in silver came padding out of your wand. Its head held high, it circled around behind you to stand at your side, content to observe the wandering patronuses around the room. That was interesting.

“Talk about a wolf in sheep’s clothing, eh Y/N?” Herbert joked at you.

Sarcastically, you replied, “Oh, very funny.”

Across the room, a nervous voice stuttered, “Harry Potter… she… she…”

You recognized the house elf - he was always wearing multiple knit hats, gloves, socks, which he was still wearing as he tried desperately to impart some information to Harry, who was leaning over him in concern.

The room grew terribly still and the silvery wisps dissipated along with the images of animals as spells fizzled out. Your stomach sank to your feet once Harry finally deciphered the house elf’s meaning - Umbridge. Your worst nightmare. Everyone’s worst nightmare.

Harry looked around incredulously, then shouted, “RUN!”

Your friends wasted no time - Donna grabbed your wrist to pull you along - and bolted for the exit. In the corridor, members of Dumbledore’s Army scattered like sparrows out of a roost, and Barnabas the Barmy giggled wildly to himself in his portrait. Herbert, at the lead, pivoted hard and followed Hannah towards the library.

Behind you, an unmistakable voice laughed cruelly. Surely, Draco wouldn’t have aligned himself with that toad. Surely.

You didn’t have time to ponder, for a meter or two from the library doors your friends slowed and tried to catch their breath before ambling off nonchalantly, branching into the stacks.

For a moment you thought it may have worked, you’d caught your breath and had picked a book at random to idly page through. Then, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle burst through the doors.

“Really!” Madame Pince exclaimed.

Draco held up a hand, commanding and smug. “We are here by official instruction of the High Inquisitor. I’d hate to have to tell her how you interfered.”

Madame Pince paled at his words, and went back to the papers on her desk.

Then they moved through the library, in almost predatory unison. You tried to keep a subtle eye on Draco, moving when he moved, angling for the exit. This was not a confrontation you looked forward to. But it was all for naught. You rounded a corner you shouldn’t have and came face to face with Malfoy. He took a suspicious step back.

“Tell me,” he said, voice low and threatening, “you weren’t hanging around Potter,” he spat out the name like a curse, like the taste of it was foul, “and that louse Weasley, and that mudblood Granger.”

Oh.

Oh. Several key pieces of information clicked into place in your head. Ginny’s opinion of him, the Slytherin password, the way he’d said ‘goblins’ talking about Gringotts. So many signs. And you’d missed every one.

You stepped back on a foot, fists held to your sides, and returned his wrathful glare.

The Slytherin girl barged through the doors, stealing the attention. “We’ve got the list,” she purred, “Round them up.”

Malfoy turned back to you, and in the second it took you considered disarming him. Stunning him maybe. You were getting detention up to your ears anyway. And you'd like to see if you could do it.

But then, Crabbe came round the corner with Herbert, Goyle had Donna by the arm, and the saccharine girl caught Yvette as she tried to edge out of the room.

Still looking at you, Malfoy commanded, “Take these to Professor Umbridge. I’ll finish here.”

Fuming, you followed your friends to certain doom, leaving Malfoy behind, certain which side you both fell on.

~~~ Taglist ~~~

@jemomgershippingco

@ronslovergirl

@snickersmee

@lafrone

@cillshot

@reb0rned

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

The self indulgent blurb

“Hey, hey! Aizawa!” Shouta paused to turn towards the voice calling. Walking down the hall was the form of Nezu’s secretary, Mathews Vic. A plus size, short person, they had randomly appeared one day blinking behind their glasses in Nezu’s office. Shouta never found out to much about them, given Nezu hoarded their information like a dragon but they'd settled in well as a secretary. “Shit yeah good to catch you!” Mathews beamed. They flicked their braid behind their head, the random pieces of bone in it clinking.

Shouta was ninety percent sure the whole ‘bone in hair’ thing was to mess with people. “Mathews,” Shouta said to them with a nod. They were at work and not in private. Hell, he was outside his classroom on the third day. Probably Mathews's own design on that. They once told Shouts that ‘eavesdropping is essential for a hero student and if they over hear shut they shouldn't it's on them to keep their mouths shut’. Though they did keep the really confidential stuff hidden.

“Glad I caught you! Wanted to talk about two of your students. Midoriya and Bakugou,” Mathews said. Shouta sighed. Of course, those two. Shouta’s first impression had been of a slacker and a kid who'd been told for years that he would end up a villain thanks to his Quirk. It hadn't changed just yet, but something was bugging him about them.

“Whats on your mind?” Shouta asked.

“Well for starters I met Bakugou before. It was a year back and I caught the kid threatening some other kids about ‘not applying to UA cause I'll kill you’. He actually had his Quirk popping in his hands. I stepped in, told him off and moved on. But that kinda thing sticks in your mind you know?” Mathews said. “So when I saw him I was like. Ah! Must look into! And I have for the last bit other than when the Rat God, May he have mercy on our souls, asks me to do other things.”

The cackle coming in from their earpieces, showing Nezu was listening, made Shouta shake his head. The joke kept on going, it was funny enough but Mathews took forever to get to their point like the rat did.

“Anyways so I did further research and looked into teacher comments on Bakugou. Did you?”

“No, I never look at them. Half the time they're garbage with either inflated praise or sabatoge. I look at other things like grades and skill scores.” Shouta said honestly. He'd like to talk to the person who started the rumour he didn't read the files. He wasn't stupid, he just skipped things that often ended up being faked.

“Smart smart, cause Midoriya has the worst load of horseshit I've ever seen. This kid is apparently the most disruptive and unintelligent child, meanwhile he's nearly broke a record on our entrance exam. 90%! Can you believe it?!” Mathews spread their arms out with a grin. Shouta had known that, but figured Mathews and Nezu were just absurdly pleased by a smart kid.

Shuffling came from the classroom they were in front of. Both ignored it as Mathews rambled on. “Bakugou though… that kid has nothing but praise and being called a delight in his files. I was instantly suspicious.”

Shouta was now to. That didn't make sense with his attitude so far. It should have been more like Midoriya’s records then not. Or it would be if he faced Quirk Discrimination like Shouta assumed.

“So I went digging. I know you thought he was a victim of discrimination cause his attitude matched yours as a kid, angry, bitter, willing to scream at people-” Mathews rambled as a loud bang echoed from the classroom before quieting.

We need to work on stealth, Shouta thought to himself.

“So I went back further and dug up some of the social media of their classmates and holy SHIT. Aizawa? That explosive kid is a narcissistic sociopath waiting to happen!” Mathews said in disbelief. “And no this isn't ‘oh Explosive Quirk? You're a villain in the making!’” the high pitched sing-song voice made Shouta shake his head at them. “This is me ACTUALLY wondering cause that kid had used his Quirk on Midoriya multiple times for stupid reasons. Including muttering. I saw DOZENS of videos Shouta, all untagged so we missed them!”

The fact Mathews used his name showed how serious this was. “Vic-” Shouts began but they waved him off.

“Not now. I'm angry. You know the whole ‘hey so this school gets all grades audited’ thing we discovered. It's not because of Bakugou like you thought. It's cause of Midoriya! Cause until the entrance exam he was Quirkless! And they treated him like SHIT FOR IT!” Mathews exploded. “I can't tell you how much shit I went through Shouta, how much BULLSHIT I saw spew from the mouths of students and teachers. And Bakugou was a driving force!” Mathews shook their head, turning away from Shouta to stare at the wall.

He looked at his classroom, wondering why it was so quiet. It felt like a tomb, staring at it.

It was better than thinking on Mathews's words. He didn't WANT to believe it. He didn't want to think that they'd let an bigoted bully into UA. But Mathews rarely lied.

“Fuck, we fucked up.”

“We caught it early,” Mathews said to him, turning away from the wall. “I poked at Midoriya’s file to and he was Quirkless. It changed a week after the exam.”

“False negative? With specific activation?” Shouta asked.

“One option. Some of the videos had the kid freaking scrawny. Makes sense he needed to put on muscle for that Quirk. But like… there's also three other options.” Mathews said. “One, he met someone who can give people Quirks-”

“Like the boogeyman?” Shouta rolled his eyes.

“I met the fuck six years back, he wanted my Quirk,” Mathews said dryly. “I set off a glitter bomb in answer. But you do know there are other people with similar Quirks right? Nothing is unique and I want to point while laughing at any idiot claiming otherwise. Hell there's one with the exact same Quirk in Taiwan. Nice lady, works for the government.” Mathews shrugged at Shouta’s look. “No Quirk is villainous. It's idiots who say so.”

“I know that. I just wonder how you keep meeting these people.” Shouta told them.

“Sheer dumb luck. And also me being nosy as fuck. But anyway, so that's an option except my friend charges big bucks for a Quirk unless you go through the government so she's out and I can't think of anyone else in Japan since Boogeyman either died or went underground… wonder if the glitter… no right back on track. Our second option if a force manifested Quirk.” Mathews looked very uncomfortable saying that. Shouta understood why.

Force manifested Quirks, or FMQ only came about in serious circumstances. The idea Midoriya had one was haunting.

But it explained so much. The darkness in his eyes, the lowered face, the quiet looks he gave. It explained so much.

“Entrance exam?” Shouta asked. Mathews fidgeted. “... Vic?”

“I umm… sent you some videos of the worst bullying and a signed statement from a kid who told me a lot of stuff about Bakugou. Apparently they were friends of a sort? And the kid had a wake up call? It’s not… pretty.” Mathews winced. “But it’s possible Midoriya… tried to take his own life before UA. I don’t know if he did but it’s not good.”

“Fuck,” Shouta covered his face. His classroom was still so silent. Why?

“Which uhh leads me to the last option! A transferable Quirk!” Mathews said.

“...That’s a thing?” Shouta asked.

“Oh yeah I know like three heroes with one, and two non-heroes.” Mathews chriped as they motioned with their hands, trying to avoid the unpleasant conversation they just had. “It’s rareish, but it happens.”

“I see…” Shouta sighed. “Well, thanks for this. I now have to talk to my class who heard everything probably.”

“...Wait, wait… what… oh fuck,” Mathews paled dramatically. “I thought it was after school.”

“... did you forget AGAIN what times people leave school here?”

[thethistlegirlwrites]

Trapped

To her credit, Joey isn’t panicking. Yet. There are dried tear tracks on her face, but she’s not screaming or yelling.

Maybe it’s just practical. Nico had sure as hell screamed when that silver trap snapped shut on his leg, and no one came running. Maybe she’s already figured that out.

Joey is never one to waste her energy on a lost cause.

But Nico doesn’t know when to give up. 

He lunges at the vamp beside her, trying to draw attention away from Joey and onto himself. He’s pretty sure she’s been bound to the dual I-beam support pole that’s one of the few parts still standing in this old factory, but if he can give her half a chance to get away, he’ll take it.

All he succeeds in doing is hitting the end of the chain that is apparently welded to one of the floor beams that’s now buried under a dense tangle of rank grass and decaying weeds. Which is also how he missed seeing the trap waiting for him.

That, and he was paying a little too much attention to Joey, and the monster holding a silver-bladed kukri to her throat, to watch where he was stepping.

He can’t pry the trap off his leg. Every surface is coated in silver. Touching it burns his hands. The kind of grip he’d need to pry it off would leave him in so much pain he’d never be strong enough to manage it.

He can feel the trap’s teeth sinking deeper into his leg with every move he makes, but still straining to reach the flat piece of rusting steel he can see beneath another tangle of brownish leaves. If he doesn’t have to touch the trap…

The vamp steps forward, glances down at the exact piece of metal Nico’s fingers are inches from, then catches it with his boot, sending it flying, clattering, to the far end of the crumbling room.

Nico bellows something between a scream and a roar, lunging at the vamp but nowhere near close to touching him. He falls back to the floor, leg burning as the trap’s teeth dig in even further. The more he struggles, the worse it will be.

He’s not sure exactly how this day went so badly wrong, but he does know when it did. 

He’d thought it was taking Joey a long time to finish up on the third floor. But after he’d walked through every room calling for her, he’d found her mop bucket next to smashed glass with a note taped to the mop handle.

An address, and a warning. To come alone or get his mentee back in a coffin for good.

“What do you want from me?”

“I want my fledgling back.” The vamp snarls. “And you made sure I couldn’t take him.”

Nico’s first mentee was a mother of three, Roxie Conover. His second was Javier Avila. The third is Joey.

They’d never been able to determine who Javy Avila’s sire was. 

Well, they know now.

Not that Nico has a name to put with the face.

A face staring down at him while holding a blade to the neck of his mentee.

“You took something of mine,” the vamp hisses. “Now, I’m going to take something of yours.”

“Don’t you touch her. You can do whatever you want to me, just let her go.”

“Oh, no, that just wouldn’t do. I want you to know that you are powerless to stop me. Nothing you can do but watch.” He steps back slightly and swings the blade with a practiced arc, and Joey flinches back from it. “Trapped, just like I was in one of the hunters’ cages, while you took away what was mine.”

It’s starting to make a certain amount of sense. Javy was bitten in Nevada. Nevada is quite literally the wild west of hunting. There’s one official agency operating in Las Vegas, but the rest of the state is more or less patrolled by vigilantes with all sorts of fringe attitudes toward vampires, who are hard to find, harder to shut down in any legal or effective manner. A group who likes holding onto their captures and experimenting with potential cures must have had this guy.

Nico can’t say he’ll be too sorry if this vamp left a trail of destruction in the wake of his escape, but nothing excuses what he’s doing right now. 

He wouldn’t be surprised if both the knife and the trap are some of those vigilantes’ gear that this vamp decided to bring along; they’re not even close to common usage among vamps, but they’re exactly the kind of thing hunters who skirt the edges of legality are known to use. He’s not sure what group it is that favors this combination of weapons, traps, and long term captivity, but Sierra Stoker and her team probably know. 

If he lasts long enough to pass that information along, he imagines they’ll be more than willing to at least find out if this guy left anyone standing.

But at the moment, it’s not his survival he's most concerned about.

“Listen to me. She’s not my fledgling. She’s not mine.”

“But you care about all these like they are. See, that’s the problem. You traitors are ruining the natural order. Sire and fledgling. How it’s meant to be. You step in, on the side of the humans that hunt our kind down like animals, and you separate us from our children. Weaken our bonds. Make it easier for the humans to pick us off, one by one.”

“Then you don’t wanna kill her. She’s one o’ us.”

“Don’t you get it yet? She’s not one of mine.” The vamp snarls. “Which means killing her is doing my fledglings a favor.”

The knife moves away from Joey’s neck, but Nico knows that’s not a good thing. Staking is the preferred method of killing vampires, since it’s far easier to conceal stakes than a knife big enough to do the job right, but decapitation will do the trick as long as you impale the heart after. It’s a more complicated, but flashier method, and enough Sunrisers favored it that Nico knows the basics. Like the fact that to get a quick, clean cut, you need the arc of a wide swing. Trying to cut with the blade close to the body is time consuming and messy.

He knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is about to watch Joey die. 

This time, the metal pinning him down is wrapped around his ankle instead of stabbed through his thigh, and this time the terrified face of the person he promised to protect but can’t is Joey, not Vin, but the past and the present are blurring around him, and he can’t quite tell if he’s in a warehouse in New York or a derelict factory in LA. 

All he knows is, he’s going to have another person’s death on his conscience for the rest of his unnatural life.

Then Nico hears a footstep behind him.

“Put down the knife.”

He’s got to be hallucinating from the silver in his blood, because there’s no way Maira Lawson just happened to appear exactly when he needs backup.

The vamp moves in a flash, putting himself behind Joey and holding the knife to her throat, pressed tightly again, so much so that Nico can see and smell a bead of blood welling up and sliding down the blade.

“I think maybe you should put your weapons down.”

“Last chance.” Lawson’s voice is even. She’s a negotiator, a highly skilled diplomat. She knows when to push and when to back off.

Nico has to remind himself that Joey’s life is in the hands of the best possible person for the job.

The knife presses a little deeper, and a drop of blood splashes onto the cracked cement just as the crack of gunfire echoes through the space.

The vamp drops the knife and drops like a stone, howling.

Several figures move at once, feet shuffling while snapping repeated warnings of “don’t step in another one of those traps” with “you watch your own step” as the reply. 

Someone kneels next to him, hands working around the trap’s springs and jaws. He’s dimly aware that it’s Kira Burke, who he’s passingly familiar with from the agency, but he’s paying the most attention to Joey. She’s slumped against whatever cable was holding her to the support beam, almost unmoving as two more of the hunters free her. Someone cuffs the vamp, then drags him away, but it’s hard to see anything right now with the lights the humans need in order to see cutting back and forth across the area, occasionally swinging to hit him directly in the eyes.

He just needs to see that Joey’s okay. 

“I’ve got it. Pull your leg out, now.” Burke’s voice is strained, she’s got the jaws of the trap pried apart but he knows she won’t be able to hold it forever. He yanks his leg free and struggles to stand, shifting weight off his bad leg. He has to get to Joey.

He takes one step before he stumbles.

“She’s alright. Sit down before you fall down,” Lawson orders, stepping in front of him. 

He does, mostly because if he fell, he’d fall on her, and no one would ever let him live that down.

She’s brought the cavalry, looks like. John and Sierra Stoker, and parts of both their teams. Burke from John’s, as well as Barrett from Sierra’s. John’s wrestling the vamp into cooperation, while Sierra and Barrett work on freeing Joey. Actually, it looks like Sierra’s doing most of the work getting her loose, and Barrett is keeping her calm. Of all of them aside from Nico, he’s the one she knows best. 

He hasn’t actually realized Jemison is here as well until he catches a glimpse of the guy climbing down from a crumbling section of wall, slinging a well-worn rifle, without a scope, across his shoulder.

“Don’t you wear glasses?” Nico asks as the kid walks up. Not that he’s not grateful, but the slightest missed shot could have put that bullet through Joey’s skull. 

“For reading. I’m farsighted.” Jemison replies. “I was barking squirrels with my dad since I was old enough to hold the rifle steady.”

Nico doesn’t want to even ask what that means. 

He’s just glad that today, it means Joey is alive.

“Heard you were having a little trouble.” Lawson bends down beside him, inspecting the damage done by the silver-toothed trap with a grimace. “After he tried to get into the Avilas’ house, I got a call from Javy. He said his sire had shown up and tried to make Javy let him in, but thankfully Javy was able to refuse and block him out. We sent a team to his house as soon as we heard. Everyone’s okay, just shaken up. Unfortunately, given Javy’s one of the people who drives his work van home, I guess this vamp saw it in the driveway. The team found one of the windows punched out, and the clipboard with staff schedules that Javy said he always kept in the glove box was gone.” She frowns. “I tried to call you and warn you someone would probably be coming after you, but never could get hold of you.”

Probably because he left his phone behind at the last job in a rush when he realized Joey was missing. 

“H-how’d you find us?”

“Nico. When you were getting your business started, who gave you vans?”

“You guys. You were replacin’ half the motor pool and…” He trails off. “You never pulled the trackers. You sneaky…”

“Don’t say what I think you’re going to say,” Lawson replies. “It was in the agreements you signed when you leased the fleet.”

Damn. He really needs to start paying more attention to fine print.

Although in this case, it probably saved him and Joey. 

The vamp is hauled out past them, snarling and snapping at Nico until John Stoker wrestles him into the back of a holding van that’s just pulled up to what used to be a loading bay door. 

“He won’t be a problem much longer. Once we match his venom to Javy’s kit, he’ll get the stake.”

Honestly, after what this vamp has been through, that might be a mercy. 

Quick footsteps clatter across the open space, and then Joey is collapsing onto the floor beside Nico, a hand finding his and wrapping cold fingers through his own. 

“What’s a vamp doing running around with gear from the Hawthorne Hedge?” Sierra Stoker asks, holding the knife up and tilting it as the light in Lawson’s hand catches the blade, running her fingers over a pair of branching, entangled H’s stamped into the metal near the hilt. 

Knew she’d recognize the handiwork.

“Same with the trap,” Jemison answers, flipping it over and pointing out the stamp on the bottom of the plate. “Maybe he was a vigilante who got turned?”

“From what I could tell,” Nico manages, trying to sit up and wincing when it jars his leg, “he was one of their captives, managed to break himself out. There might not be anything left of that group, depending on how thorough he was.”

“Looks like we’re going to be heading to Nevada to check it out. Again.” Stoker grins. “And it’s gonna be my turn as road trip DJ.”

Jemison and Barrett both groan, but the Stokers just high-five as John returns from the van. 

Sierra’s team move off in a cluster, discussing their next move, and Burke walks up with two small packs of blood in her hand. 

“You’re both injured. No arguments.” She places a pack in each of their hands, then backs off, along with the others, to let the two of them feed in peace.

Nico ignores the blood in favor of putting an arm around Joey’s shoulder. She’s probably in some sort of shock, and while the blood will take care of the physical damage from tonight, there are deeper wounds he’s worried about.

“Hey. You okay?”

“No. I will be, but…not right now.” She’s shaking, the tension bleeding out of her. “You?”

It’s probably not wise to lie to her if she’s been honest with him. “Not really.” He pulls her in against him, running a hand over her hair the way he’s seen her do with Olivia. “I’m sorry.” It’s his fault. It’s all his fault. This vamp took her because of him. Because of what he’s done. “This is my fault.”

“For helping someone else just like me?” Joey’s voice is muffled in his sweatshirt. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He doesn’t have anything to say in response to that. Just sits there and holds her and wishes doing the right thing didn’t have so many consequences.

(You can read this story and more from this universe on my WorldAnvil here!)

@catwingsathena @nade2308 @the-one-and-only-valkyrie @telltaleclerk @ettawritesnstudies  @writeouswriter @whump-place @the-lovely-wren

[wulfums]

Do you have any extra info about Crittertopia? Just wondering because this au is AMAZING! <3

tee hee thank you...im surprsied people are so interested in it. my thoughts are Very disorganized !!

but basically! smormu is in charge of crittertopia. he specifically has it out for the smiling friends. after his Twin With The Exact Same Name got killed he moved to the Enchanted Forest way before any of this.

Mr Frog is Actually not a critter. He is a demon. (Also he and Gristle knew each other in imp training loooong ago. They went to Imp Prom together lmao) So he isn't effected.

Gristle is only partially effected, being half critter half demon.

Charlie and Allan's aggression towards each other reaches a point to where Allan is forced to Leave. So him and Whatwulf find a nice secluded cave behind a waterfall and live there now.

Grim and Gnarly still have it out for Pim and Charlie! So when Smormu lets them in on Some of his Evil Plan they feel like they're included on all of it. They cause a Lot of issues allowed by Smormu to get the Smiling Friends mad at each other. When something genuinely violent and bad happens (IDK what. Someone gets very injured though.) Smormu publically Banishes the three of them and goes on about how he has evidence they've been behind all the issues in the town until now. And like.....yeah thats believable. They would be! So Grim, Gristle and Gnarly are banished now too and are so mad about it. They are going to find a way to get back at him.

I guess this answers an earlier ask but. Smormu and Gristle become friends and Gristle teaches Smormu some demon shit. He even gives Smormu his old notes from Imp School that he carries around because he drew funny doodles on them. They also happen to include shit like. How to ressurect a dark soul and bargain w/ them. So when Smormu banishes Grim and Gnarly, he genuinely expects Gristle to stay with him and is, for some reason, shocked when Gristle gets pissed at Smormu for pulling this and prefers to leave with his boyfriends.

So the main human group is on the other side of the Enchanted Forest. Critters feel repelled from it, so it's a good guess that maybe, something that may help eliminate Werecritterism might be there. They even have a guide. This is not good for them! Smormu revived + summoned Mip from the underworld. He also wants Pim dead, specifically. So if Pim and Charlie were there they'd be able to warn their human friends not to trust him...but they're not. The human group (Zoey, Marge, Jennifer and Desmond. Mr Boss stays back at the office to stay within radio range with the boys, since Charlie does have a radio collar. They have Jason so he just cannot deal with not knowing updates on Jason, and the part of the Enchanted Forest the humans have to go to has electronic interference.) has no idea who this is. Mip knows who they are. So they are being so horribly mislead. Yay!

Smormu and Mip probably kissed (This is how you seal a demon pact. Or at least thats what Gristle told him. Its not true, Gristle was just messing w him.)

Interestingly. Jason, despite being a critter, has absolutely no signs of werecritterism. Sadly everyone is too caught up in interpersonal drama to even notice that.

Even though the traits they get vary WILDLY! Members of the same family tend to have similar werecritter traits. Like Amy and Pim have basically the same features. Charlie and his uncle would as well.

A third minor villain appears! Whatwulf has a tracking collar that looks exactly like Charlie's radio collar, so he assumes it's also from Mr Boss (Since originally, Whatwulf is the one taking care of Jason, but Pim takes over that role.) but like. It's not. Mr Landlord has, apparently, had Werecritterism for way, way longer than anyone else (Due to the Morgue. The disease is directly connected to dead humans.) and like, actually physically wants them dead(You see, if all of Allan's loved ones are dead. Which just seems to be Whatwulf right now. He'll have no choice but to hang out with him!). He probably looks like a fucking. Scary cryptid or somth. This is the least thought out part so far, I have to figure out how it fits in.

Thats all the info I can think of